I called the number and told the person over the phone that he is not smart because the animal was a dog.  He insulted me over the phone so I asked him where he lived so I could go over and whoop his ass.  And conveniently, he lived right next door.  I show up to his house and we start brawling all over and then we accidentally bust open the door to the basement.  He was knocked out as we fell down the stairs and I look up and there are two dead bodies on a table being worked on by this strange man.  

This was my creative writing story that our special guest speaker told us to do for her. She was very cool.