As Brandon and Rick (who was almost losing his ability to speak)were cleaning the last remainig portions of the potted plant, Brandon felt a sharp pain in his guts.
"Oh Shit"
"Ruuuts Grrrrrong"? Rick growled
"It feels like my damned guts are being rearranged". About that time Brandon looked down at his hand.
"Holy crap, Rick, look"!
A patch of fur was growing on the the top of Brandon's hand. Getting thicker as the minutes went by.
"I told you because you bit me, I'm turning into a frigging werewolf"
"Rrrrat rran Grrrrrnot rrrrreee"
"Well it is Rick. Soon I'll be as hairy as you"
"Grrrrell rrrit's rrrrot a rrradd rrrring"