"Oh boo fucking hoo, your latest Opera hasn't been doing too well lately. At least people are paying to see the goddamn thing! As bad of a composer, and musician you are, you oughta be glad anyone's even paying to see the goddamn thing! People don't want to see anything with me in it! And at least you've got another job to fall back on LIKE BEING AN AGENT THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ME A FUCKING JOB!" you snarl.

There's some dead air briefly and then Erik begins talking again.

"You're right. I shouldn't be complaining about my problems to you. You of course know all about torment. A war that wages within you, a beast that…"
"Erik I've got no time and I'm in no mood to hear how we're supposed to be kindred spirits, you just better tell me you found something for me and it better not be another guest speaker spot at a comic convention!"
"Well let's see…I dunno. Werewolves aren't popular anymore you know…there might be something…here it is! It's called Wolf Pack."
"Pack? That implies more than one wolf on the set there Erik. Well I suppose I can share the spotlight with some others. As long as I'm in charge of course." You say.
"Er…well according to this, you'd be the old cranky grandpa wolf that makes a bunch of rude remarks."
"What?! What kind of stupid shit is that?"
"Yeah that's the stuff." Erik replies not catching on.
"I mean what the hell kind of movie is this?"
"Its uh…let's see…oh here. It's a horror comedy about a werewolf family and how they
adjust to human society. Looks like you'll be playing with a lot of young pups as you'd call them."
"WHAT?! NO! What the fuck Erik? I'm a fucking monster not something to be fucking laughed at! And they already did a movie like that a long time ago and it sucked!"
"Well that's all I got. Maybe you could talk to the director to make changes since they also wrote it. I'm sure you and her are familiar with each other. You had an affair with her for quite some time."
"Uh, you wanna narrow that list down Erik?"
"It's Mary. You know, the one who used to be married to Frankie, until your affair broke up both of your marriages?"

Erik's new information didn't exactly make you any more enthusiastic to want to take the job.

You memories (Frankie)

The Monster: Frankie

Dr. Victor Frankenstein made Frankie out of the parts of dead bodies as everyone knows, but what wasn't so well known at the time was he was using many of the parts from a graveyard where they buried insane asylum patients. The brain of an unstable sexual psychopath probably wasn't the best choice. Even Igor tried to tell him it was a bad idea, but of course Victor knew it all so he went ahead with playing God. Victor probably wouldn't have named his creation after himself if he knew what Frankie was going to do.

Frankie had a… let's say unhealthy interest in little girls.

He also was an idiotic bully who would try to push anyone around who was smaller. You're all for the survival of the fittest ideology and might makes right. Hell you live by it. But you didn't like the way he acted since he was a real pussy when someone actually stood up to him. You also didn't like him because when he came on the scene, all of a sudden he was number two. It was bad enough you had to play second fiddle to that fucking bloodsucker, but NOW you were getting pushed out of the spotlight from some child molesting, walking stitch work of corpses. Fortunately he tripped up his popularity somewhat when the public became suspicious of his little "secret". Yet despite being a sicko, he still somehow managed to draw in the money, you hated even being in the same "rank" as him.

You've never liked the undead as a rule, but Frankie was particularly loathsome to you. He always claimed he was "misunderstood" and couldn't help the way he was. He couldn't understand why some people hated him and chased him away with pitchforks and attempted to set him on fire.

"Duh, it's because you're a goddamn pedophile you sick fuck." as you so delicately explained one time.