I sounded like Horton the Elephant. "A person is a person no matter how small." What the hell was I doing standing in the middle of a cave, in the dark, surrounded by wererats, quoting Dr. Seuss, and trying to kill a one-thousand-year-old vampire?

The werewolf by the moon. The wererat by money. (Loup garou par la lune. - Rat garou par les thunes.)