Request for   laqb

Dracula: Death! *smack* Why is there a Belmont skulking my castle?!
Death: Ow! Your hideousness, I don’t think that’s a Belmont. *squints* I think it’s a hippy.
Dracula: Then WHY is there a hippy in MY castle?!
Death: Well… it looks like she’s the first to try out our new guided tours! Led by the friendliest demon ghost we have. Beefcake, I think his name is…
Dracula: *sigh* Why are we doing tours again? Humans should fear us, not drag their filthy flesh through my halls!
Death: Er, uh… I guess you didn’t get the email yet. Finances are in the red, your grumpiness.
Dracula: What! Why?
Death: The last Belmont attack destroyed two floors of the castle. We’re lucky to have enough funds to restock the vending machines.
Dracula: Fine! I get it! *sits* How much are we charging for this… tour?
Death: 5 dollars.
Dracula: Just 5?! These filthy ingrates should be paying triple that just to enter the main gate!
Death: We tried, you fanginess! Everyone complained it was too expensive.
Dracula: Great! And now this is what we have to work with. At least we’ll make some profit from this.
Death: Err… about that. I just got news that Beefcake never asked the hippy for the money first. Turns out she doesn’t have any… heh. I guess I should’ve known what with her being bare foot and all.
Dracula: You should start running.
Death: WAY ahead of you!