The Belchen

Jens and Glenn rematerialized back into the blizzard.  Glenn immediately opened a satchel and provided Jens with a heavy coat and fur cap.  After Glenn stopped a little ways on and picked up a heavy pack behind some brush, they walked down the Belchen towards the nearest road.  Perhaps they would luck out and come across the Belchen Gondola.

     "What was up with those wolves?  Did you?  I mean--" stuttered Jens in the cold.

Danzig chuckled.  "Yeah, well.  One of the perks of being a werewolf, eh?  Can get those damn creatures of the night to do the Watusi if you wanna.  Ha!  I gotta say, man, I was pretty scared at first and super pissed at you, but damn it Jens, thanks for biting me last Halloween!  These powers are awesome!"

Jens scoffed.

     "You'll grow tired of the tricks and frills soon enough, I fear.  Then the boredom will set in.  Really was rather rude of you to bring me back, though."

They had come back from the Cafe Cuculia through the suicide wormhole.  The demon had indeed locked Jens up tight in an icy tomb at the base of a hill a half of a mile from the Feldberg.  Jens been so weak, he would have been unable to kick himself out of the damn suitcase.  Luckily, the demon, cocksure over his 'impenetrably secure room', had freed Jens and even left him with a jug of water, before locking an immense wooden door.  Jens managed to bust out by using another auld werewolf trick, that of changing into gaseous form.  He floated rather than hiked the eighteen kilometers from Feldberg to Belchen, and rematerialized.   Looking carefully at landmarks, he had found the wormhole with no problem and promptly threw himself into it with great abandon.  Eat your heart out, Amadeus! Freedom!!

Alas, Jens had failed to notice that he wasn't alone at Belchen.  Glenn Danzig had known about the suicide wormhole as well, and had deduced that Jens might use it.  When the tracker chip (the one that Glenn had pinned on Jens the last time they'd been drinking) had led to the Feldberg, Danzig knew it wouldn't be long before Jens would show up at the wormhole.  So Glenn had his private chopper drop him in with a zero bag, a tent and a week of supplies. He camped out, in hiding, a small distance from the suicide wormhole.  When Jens jumped in, Glenn jumped in six seconds later.  He had had the wolves-in-granny costumes surrounding him in his tent to keep him warm. --What!?   He whistled to them.  They jumped into the suicide wormhole after Glenn, never to return.

     "So you know about Mr. PCP?" Jens asked.

     "Oh, sure," replied Danzig, "Only we call him a different name.  And he dresses different where I'm from."

     "What do you guys call him?" Jens enquired, panting as he walked.

"You wouldn't get it.  We call him--Pennybags."