So I’ve got this idea for a movie. There’s this teenager, right, and he starts feeling funny. Not because of puberty, but because whenever there’s a full moon he turns into a pug. When our trusty satellite glows he howls in pain and begins to shrink and sprouts fur and grows a curly tail and his face compacts like it got hit with a two-by-four. And when the transformation is complete he stumbles around with breathing problems, making funny noises and looking generally uncomfortable because, quite frankly, evolution never meant to produce the pug.
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