TLV Abridged: Scene 9 - Getting Even/Infestation - Part 1

This part is technically "Getting Even".

*is dreaming about puppies and unicorns and rainbows*

*is concocting new ways to torture Tony*

*is slammed by Obviously Not the Wind*

Nigel: Mmm...what was that?

*is forced open, Obviously Not the Wind is howling*

Nigel: Flint! Aliens are invading!

Nigel: Wake up, you bloody moron!

Nigel: Flint, we're being attacked. It's either aliens or demons or--
Flint: Leave me alone.

Tony: Awake! I am Dracula, the Ruler of the Undead and Lord of the Underworld!

Nigel: *deathly afraid of the walking dead*
Flint: *is the walking dead*

Rudolph: Good job, Tony. Keep going.

Tony: I hearby declare myself your master! In all things!

Flint: I say we go with it.
Nigel: Good idea.

Tony: *vampiric hiss*

*are cowering in fear*

*lightning flash*

Nigel: Hey, wait a minute.

*This is a really sweet shot. I might make it a wallpaper, or part of a collage for the background.*

Nigel: That's...that's...

Nigel: You dirty little...I'm gonna get you you slimy little...
Flint: Nigel! Be reasonable!

Rudolph: Stop right there!

Nigel: Oh no. He's right!
Flint: I told you we should go with it.

Rudolph: I should drain the both of you dry for what you've done to Tony.

Rudolph: That's better. Now, I expect your full, undivided attention. I'm Tony Thompson's new best friend, and I will kill you both if you ever hurt him again.

Tony: Dude, this guy's cool.

Rudolph: Further, if I ever even suspect that you are being anything but respectful to him, I will haunt your every nightmare and make your lives a living hell.

*are nodding vigorously*

Rudolph: Lastly, I will rib you both if either of you ever speak of this. One wrong move, one wrong syllable, and I will kill you.

Nigel: I'm going with it.
Flint: Way ahead of you.

Flint: We'll be quiet. We promise.

*another sweet shot, and there's one on the Far-Flung net where he's pouting with his bat wings on*

McAshton: Sweet mother in heaven, what on earth is happening in here?

Flint: Nothing. Everything's fine. Nothing to see here.

*is having a heart attack*

Flint: Nigel, you should get out of my bed.

*Obviously Not the Wind is gone*

Flint: You see, everything's fine.

McAshton: Oh, I...I need a moment.

McAshton: Has that window always been slightly open?

Waiter: Relax, my lord. Everything's just fine. The boys probably just had a nightmare, that's all. Let's get you off to bed. Your health, of course.
McAshton: A nightmare, yes. That must be it.