Well what with werewolves and wolf bitch bikers cruising up and down Main Street the Sheriff had gone back to his office,pulled out a full bottle of moonshine and gone back and sat down on the rocking chair that sat on the wooden porch and was getting ready to drink himself senseless as dozens of biker werewolves and their wolf bitches roared up and down the street.
So 4 one hundred ton brachiosaurs moving slowly into town didn't phase the Sheriff much.
Just as long as the dinosaurs weren't bringing their guns into town what did the Sheriff care.
As the slowly intoxicated Sheriff stared at the huge lumbering beasts he reckoned they're probably use field artillery for 'guns'
Suddenly there was a disturbance on Main Street as a rival gang of weredragon bikers and their damsels swept in from the North and soon the werewolves and weredragons were advancing on each another,swinging chains with spiked balls at the end of them.
A wolf bitch,fearing the worst ran to the Sheriff's Office and whined and pleaded for the Sheriff to do something