[The dog exposes its Reaper-like jaws and tongue] [Stands]
Jesus Christ! What the ****?!
WHAT THE ****?!
His name's Pac-Man. We've been porting the vampire gene into other species. Experimenting.
You made a goddamn vampire... Pomeranian?
Yeah. [Hands Pac-Man to Jarko Grimwood]
Precious, isn't he?
Well, that depends who you ask because clearly, this dog has a bigger dick than you.
And when the **** did you see my dick, ****-Face?! [Kicks King]
Ow! I was talking to HER! [Points to Danica Talos]
Poor King. You look so... DISTRAUGHT! [Kicks him] Asher, hand me that chair. [Sits in the chair and licks one of King's wounds.] You're tasting a little bland, lover. Are you getting enough fatty acids in your diet? Have you tried... Lake Trout? Mackerel?
How about you take a sugar-frosted ****... off the end of my dick?
And how about everyone not saying the word "dick" anymore? It provokes my envy. Tell us about Blade, King. What's this weapon he's planning?
I can tell you two things. One, your hairdo is... ridiculous. And two, I ate a lot of garlic, and I just farted. Silent but deadly.
[Grabs King]
Spit it out, you **** fruitcake!
All right! ****! I'll tell you about the weapon! [Grimwood releases him] It's a new flavor-crystal formula. Twice the choclaty goodness, half the calories, plus it helps prevent tooth decay. There, I said it.
