The villagers gathered at the gallows, celebrating their majority vote. Mexbearpig wandered out, empty-handed.
"Well, where the hell is he?!"
Mexbearpig just shrugged his shoulders. About that time, the villagers could hear an impassioned grunt from the other side of the village. As they wandered over that direction, they narrowed the source of the noise to the village outhouses. Melrose, being a man among boys, decided to investigate himself. He found King Mook Mook, astride a toilet with a face redder than a ripe tomato. His teeth were clenched, his eyes closed, and his grip was visibly deforming the wooden arms.
"Uh..."
King Mook Mook shot up, embarrassed. "Oh hey, how's it going?"
"So, where have you been? We took a vote yesterday and you weren't there."
King Mook Mook's face defied the impossible. It was redder. His eyes shifted toward the toilet. "You see... I have poor fiber intake..."
"Ah, just as we suspected" ticked Melrose. "Tell-tale diet of a werewolf!" At that point, he grabbed hold of King Mook Mook's arm and took him outside, still shuffling with his pants down.
The villagers, unwilling to question the circumstances, simply cheered at his appearance and marched him to the gallows. NathanMuir slipped the noose over his head and ShaunPriest kicked the stool, letting him drop. The sudden tension of the rope whipped his body to one side, breaking his neck instantly. He did not shift. He is a villager.
After they cut him down, his corpse proceeded to the nearest tree, tore off as much bark as it could carry and sauntered off to iBlue's party.
It is now night. Specials, send your PMs.