Jules' forehead wrinkled again. Yeah, of course he was Dagger. Who the hell else would he be? And then it seemed to click. No claws. No fangs. No mental abilities that he can feel. The wrong skin color. Waking somewhere that's not the monkey nest. Garren here.

"Damn it all to Tophet. I'm not in my own minsid body."

((Nope. No bite marks. Lots of cuts and bruises, but nobody has physically tried to eat me yet!))