On the last day of Werewolf Easter, Werewolf Christ returns from the dead to do two things for the younger followers:
1) He delivers wicker baskets full of Werewolf eggs, and hides said baskets in the most whimsical of places.
2) He scratches their friggen faces off while they sleep.
Werewolf Easter typically accounts for one of every five childhood deaths in North America each year.
Me: "Oh no you won't! Wimble-I mean, Werewolf Easter starts this weekend!"
Boss: "What the fuck? You actually believe in that crazy Werewolf shit?"
(Werewolf jumps out from behind watercooler and eats Boss, starting with the face)