Tell me! When a Man loves a Werewolf

So, last night while visiting papajoemambo at his place of employ, we began kibbitzing about various things, including Bill Willingham. One item that came up in the discussion of his career was his sojurn into the smut fields, which led to a question: Is sex with a lycanthrope beastiality?

Naturally, we realized the limits of our own cognitive abilities (plus I was running out of time on the meter), so we decided to put it to the people.

[Poll #923916]

Eyesight... growing dim..

So, pyat did the kindness of taking me out for lunch today. We stopped by neighbourhood joint Chubby's Fish & Chips, although neither of us has fish or straight chips, opting for burgers & poutine (mine, standard, his w/ feta).

Delightful food, of course, and the same for company.

Except... You know, the concept of a banquet burger is pretty universal. A cheeseburger with some bacon on it. Tasty, right?

Oh, God. I wish. This banquet burger had four pieces of back bacon on it. Four THICK pieces of back bacon. Oh, lord.

Chubby's poutine is also a hefty meal. Big plate of fries with shredded cheddar (not curds, but nobody's perfect) and loads of gravy. I think I'm gonna die.

It's amusing really, that I'd be poisoned by poutine and back bacon. I feel like my country is turning against me. It's the gastronomical equivalent of a Conservative election.