Anastasia1997

[Rasputin is screaming and throwing a temper tantrum over an unsuccessful attempted murder of Anya. As he does so, his thumb pops off]

Bartok:
Uh, wow. Take it easy there. You know, sir, really you should watch your blood pressure. My nephew Izzy just keeled over one day, mid-mango. Stress - it's a killer, sir. And he's a fruit bat. No meat. No blood, even. [screws Rasputin's thumb back on to his hand]

Rasputin:
How could they let her escape?!

Bartok:
Eh, you're right, it's very upsetting, sir. I guess this reliquary's broken. [tosses the reliquary aside]

Rasputin:
YOU IDIOT! [stretches out his hand and catches it before it can hit the ground, then glares at Bartok]

Bartok:
Alright now, sir, take it easy there. Just remember what I said to you about stress.

Rasputin:
I sold my soul for this. [grabs Bartok] My life, my very existence, depends on it. And you... [chuckles, then turns angry] almost destroyed it! [slams Bartok nose-first against the reliquary]

Bartok:
I get it, I get it! You break it, you bought it!

Rasputin:
See that you remember, you miserable rodent! [throws Bartok back across the room]

Bartok:
Oh sure, blame the bat. What the heck? We're easy targets.

Rasputin:
What are you muttering about?

Bartok:
Anastasia, sir. Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir. I'd give her a HA! And a HI-YA! And then a OUU-WA! And I'd kick her, sir.

Rasputin:
Oooooh! I have something else in mind. Something more enticing. Something...really...cruel. [he scratches the reliquary with his finger nail as he grins evilly]