You and Moreau have never had any dealings with each other before, so you're kind of curious to as why he wanted to see you. You approach Moreau and he's tripping over himself to thank you for seeing him. You're a little suspicious of this treatment, especially since you've never been welcomed by anyone before.

"Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?"
"Wolf is fine…will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We've never had anything to do with each other before."
"Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn't lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn't have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should've been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now."
"Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what's going on?"
"As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another."
"Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature."
"And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would've dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts."
"You say it as if it's a bad thing." You utter.
"I once thought so…but now I'm starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn't followed by the world…it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I've done and want to destroy it."
"Duh, that's humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?"
"My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they've done instead? They're letting Martians do it for them!"
"What? Martians aren't even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they've attempted on it." You exclaim.
"See that's just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they're letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don't kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they'll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me."
"Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?"
"WHAT!? That's our home! Would YOU move from your own home?"
"Eh…I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?"

Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.

"I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you're more than just a werewolf. You're the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can't do it. I'm not qualified, and I'd only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred…we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything…just please help us."

This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There's no way he's lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don't really pay attention to the news a lot. You can't say Moreau's offer isn't appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you're not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.

You go back home

You're not about to go traipsing across the world to save a bunch of hippy freaks from some dumb ass Martians.

"I don't think so Moreau, see ya around." You say and get up to leave the bar, before anyone else asks you for any favors. You don't get two feet outside of the place and suddenly you're assaulted by a terrible smell. The stench is not unlike that of hot garbage during a heat wave. You turn around holding your nose and see Andre with his big ol' stupid grotesque fly head.

"Hey Wolf... Can you spare me some money?" he asks
"Fuck Andre! Stand the hell away from me! What the hell? Did you roll around in a septic tank?"
"Uh no, I just ate some fresh turds back in the alleyway…"
"I don't even know why I asked you that, I already knew the answer. Ugh." you say continuing to hold your nose.
"They tasted pretty good to me. Hey, but I could use some of that sweet sugar. You got any spare change so I can get me a box of the stuff?"
"Fuck no! I barely have enough money for me! Phew! Just get the fuck away!"
"Aw come on, help a brother out."
"Broth… what the…look nevermind, I ain't got time for this shit Andre, if you want sugar so bad just go into a fast food place and stock up on those little free packets!"
"I can't! A lot of those places use that artificial sugar now! Don't those idiotic humans know that stuff can cause cancer?! Besides whenever they see me coming they start spraying raid on me and hitting me in the head with swatters. I've even attempted to sneak in quietly, but they always seem to sense I'm coming, I can never understand how they do that."
"Gee, I can't imagine how they'd be able to do it, Andre." You say still holding your nose futility trying to block out Andre's odor.
"I just wish I could get with Janice, she's got ALL the sugar! (Buzz) But she won't have anything to do with me; She thinks I'm just low class trash."
"Well if you're eating shit, I'd say she's pretty much right."
"It's not just her sugar I'm after though, I think she's beautiful! She has such heavenly wings, and a nice abdomen! Yep she really kept herself in good condition after all these years. (Buzz)"
"Yeah that's real nice Andre, tell someone who cares."

You start to leave and then Andre has the nerve to grab you by the arm.

"Wolf, please you gotta help me out! I can't live like this anymore, I thought I could being part fly and all, but it's getting too bad! I'm nearly killed everywhere I go and I'm getting too old to defend myself adequately! Humans hate the sight of me and I disgust them! I need to a home! Janice has a home! You gotta help me convince her that we should be together! Look, you know she's rich too! You said you were in need of money too right? Maybe if we're successful, something can be worked out."

You kick Andre's ass

You have absolutely no patience for this and you begin beating the hell out of Andre, starting by slashing him across his many eyes. Andre surprises you though by fighting back. Due to his diet he's not exactly the best fighter, but he's a lot stronger that you thought. You land a few bites on him which immediately cause you to puke since he tastes like a bleeding leper with gangrene. Andre counters with some puke of his own, unfortunately for you, his is acidic. Your arm is horribly burned to the bone.

After howling in pain you summon up a reservoir of strength and put your fist through Andre's chest and proceed to dig around deeply, pulling out all the nasty black stuff inside. Andre twitches and spasms for a good ten minutes before he dies. You stagger back home to nurse your wounds.

Against any other opponent you probably would've just felt the pain for a couple of days, and regenerated back to your old self, but Andre WAS a fly and as such he was carrying multiple diseases both known and unknown. And during your fight he was spitting and bleeding all over you not to mention you bit him a few times. As a result you've been infected by some pretty nasty ones.

Over the course of a few days you begin to get very sick and lethargic, if you were younger, your immune system might've been stronger to fight it off, but you don't have that advantage anymore. You feel deathly ill and your fur is falling out, you refuse to die like this.

You drag yourself back into town and weakly attack the nearest human you can find. After the cops are called you attempt to attack them as well, but they shoot you full of silver before you can even get near them.