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| And so they sat: Count Dracula, the Wolfman, and Frankenstein's monster, alternately staring at the mean mess spread before them, and the dreary countenances of their compeers. "What I would give for a nice young milkmaid to feed on," said Dracula, lisping through his overbite. "Yeah, then when you were done draining her, I could take her limbs to gnaw on and store the rest in the smokehouse for jerky during the winter!" growled the Wolfman. "Jerky would be nice." uttered the monster. "I thought you were a vegetarian!" the Wolfman barked. "Yeah, well maybe I'm getting tired of all this squirrel food, ever think of that?" retorted the monster, "I need to find something I can really sink my teeth into." "Amen to that!" blurted Dracula. "Something with resistance, but that won't crack my brittle denture." the monster continued, as he absentmindedly ran his great grey hand along his massive jaw. "Hey, you're the one who said, 'I do not destroy the lamb and the kid, to glut my appetite, acorns and berries afford me sufficient nourishment'." His Lupine messmate howled. The monster, frustrated and somewhat embarrassed, just clenched his teeth and pounding his big cadaverous fist on the table, responded with an agitated "Arrgh!" Gentlemen, please!" hissed the count, "Why don't we go for a walk in the woods and work out some of this pent up choler!" The other two mumbled their consent, and off they went. |