The Raven1963

Dr. Craven:
[watching Dr. Bedloe as a raven drinking from the chalice] Why pardon my soul!

Dr. Bedloe:
Never mind your soul Start concentrating on getting me back to my rightful form!

Dr. Craven:
Your rightful form?

Dr. Bedloe:
Well, what do you think I was born this way?

Dr. Craven:
Well, I-I have it you are under an enchantment!

Dr. Bedloe:
Took you long enough to find that out!

[flies onto a chair]

Dr. Bedloe:
Lets get to work. Well, go ahead, do something!

Dr. Craven:
But what?

Dr. Bedloe:
Restore me to my rightful form.

Dr. Craven:
But I just don't know how.

Dr. Bedloe:
Oh no. Well, do you got some dried blood of a bat in the house?

Dr. Craven:
I beg your pardon.

Dr. Bedloe:
Bat's blood! Dried or evaporated bat's blood.

Dr. Craven:
No.

Dr. Bedloe:
How about some chain links from a gallow's burg? Jellied spiders, rabbit's blood, dead man's hair?

Dr. Craven:
No, we don't keep those things in this house. We're vegetarians

Dr. Bedloe:
And that calls himself a magician. Honestly this is too much!