Drawn by the excellent  NezumiChan

As Sammy's physical changes started to draw to a close, the puny hundred pound human now a hulking, three hundred pound shark, his shirt split, the ripped sleeves moving down to his hands and forming into fingerless gloves, while his shirt reformed into a tight wifebeater which outlined every inch of his pecs and abs. His panats were rougher, cheap blue jeans with a thick leather belt rather than the nicer khakis he had been wearing. And atop his spiky hair was a tied bandana, black with skulls on it. His shoes hadn't even bothered to reform, leaving his huge grey feet open for curb stomping. And finally, a little goatee grew under his chin and an anchor tattoo drew itself on his shoulder.

He glared down at the gang, pulling out the headphones and sticking the iPod in his pocket. The leader of the gang started to speak, a little less confidently now that the former human towered over him. The newly forged Samael cut him off with a single punch, his ham sized fist sending the gang leader to dreamland. The gang was then curtly informed that they worked for him now and that they had to pay a visit to his house. He grinned, running a finger over the iPod in his pocket. His right hand man was waiting for him there, even if he didn't know it yet.

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