Connor looked down at the can. It looked like a simple aerosol deodorant spray. In fact, that's what it was, as best Connor could tell. "TAG:For Lycanthropes" it said in bright red letters across the image of a moon. Further down the front, it said "1000 applications".
Spinning the can around, he found a paragraph in small print on the back. "Apply to skin only. Keep out of eyes. Contents under pressure, keep away from open flame. This product guaranteed to attract female werewolves or your money back. Warning: This product may cause spontaneous transformation of werewolves if directly exposed. Warning: This product is known to cause disproportionate spontaneous arousal in female werewolves. Toontag, the makers of TAG:For Lycanthropes takes no responsibility for injury or infection of any human using this, regardless of dimension. Use at your own discretion. Warning: In a small test sample, some users were themselves turned into werewolves when using this product. The end user (you) agrees to this risk when applying this product."
Connor shook his head, somewhat amused, but somewhat concerned by this spray can. Part of him thought it must be a joke, some strange Toonworld inside joke, possibly co-marketed with Tag, known for their edgy commercials, but he wasn't so sure.
Still, this sure SEEMED to be what he wanted. Mr. Plot Device had certainly given him something useful, so he wasn't going to just throw it away. Which way had he been told to go? East, he remembered now, and he started heading out of the downtown section as the last light of the sun began to fade. Connor was off to find his destiny.