Rookery: *is waiting for a vampire to show up so he can do horrible, sadistic things to it*
Radar: Undead fiend alert. Undead fiend alert.
Truck: Ready to go, sir! *is wondering if he needs a new job*
Bat: Thank God for this. I'm getting tired.
Rookery: Perfect. Now, how shall I kill you??
Truck: Might I suggest the light?
Rookery: Perfect!
Bat: That burns! That burns!
Bat: Wait, maybe I can use this to mistake the inhabitants of the castle for vampires. Come and get me, Rookery!
Rookery: With pleasure.
Rookery: *is constipated*
Rookery: *is enjoying his job too much*
Obviously Not the Wind: Oh, this hurts.
Obviously: A few more hits ought to do it.
Obviously: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh, the humanity!
Rookery: Hey! Where'd you go?
Obviously: Okay, I think I'm done here.
Rookery: *I don't even know. Seriously.*
Fence: British drivers.
Trough: This man is ridiculous!
Truck: I definitely need a better driver.
Deer: Hey, look at that weirdo.
Rookery *string of obscenities which to this day hangs over the greater McAshtonland area*
Truck: Honk.
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