McAshton: No one seems to be watching. This all feels horribly wrong.
Rookery: Relax, my lord. You're in a vampire movie.
McAshton: Now if I could just get this door open.
Rookery: Excuse me, my lord. I happen to be good at this.
McAshton: You don't say.
Rookery: Observe.
*kick*
*creaks open*
McAshton: Oh, my.
Rookery: What'd I tell you?
Tony: Man. Hope he doesn't do that to my doors.
*trips, then picks self up*
Tony: As a vantage point this'll be perfect.
Tony: Wow, some of these railing things look really sketchy.
Tony: Whoa, what's going on down there?
McAshton: *is convinced something is going to pop out*
Rookery: Ahh, there we go. Now, let's see what we find, yeah?
McAshton: Find? It's a tomb. What do you expect?
Rookery: Here, these are for you. For your protection.
McAshton: Protection? Protection against what?
Rookery: *convinced McAshton gets more and more senile the more he freaks out*
McAshton: Vampires. You expect us to find vampires.
Rookery: Huh. Maybe he does retain his faculties after all.
Tony: Think you're gonna go vampire killin', huh? Well, not on my watch.
Tony: Just as soon as I figure out how to get down there.
Rookery: Dusty old fabric and petrified garlic. That's anticlimactic.
Rookery: This can only mean one thing. Elizabeth was never buried here at all.
McAshton: You knew this the whole time, didn't you?
Tony: Betcha he did.
Rookery: Petrified garlic? Why?
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