"Dang, werewolves!" I mutter, "The only way to kill them is to shoot them with silver bullets. Now where am I going to get silver bullets!"
"I got a 24 pack cooling in my trunk," volunteers Andy. I'd forgotten Andy was there. He's a 23 year old pot-head who works at the local batting cages, and he had stopped to watch the commotion.
"You've got silver bullets in your trunk?" I ask in disbelief.
"And something to shoot them with too!" Andy said brightly.
This I had to see.
The werewolves were howling in blood lust.
I balked when I saw Andy pull out a cooler and a ball launcher.
"A ball launcher?"
"I modified it to shoot beer cans," Andy said loading a Coors Silver Bullet into the cannister.
"No, I meant--"
The howl of a lunging werewolf cut me off, I fell to the ground next to Andy as he aimed and fired his modified baseball launcher.
The silver can hit the great beast squarely in the chest, and to my amazement went right through the beast like a shot gun blast. The werewolf's eyes went wide and then to his and my utter amazement the werewolf changed back into a very dead naked man. The full-beer can had blasted the beasts heart right out of its body. It might not be silver, but if you remove a werewolf's heart, it seems to kill it pretty well.
"Well, don't just stand there Andy, load up another Silver Bullet!" I said. I glanced down at the morphing body, I recognized the corpse as...