Mary Shelley's Frankenhole2010

[as Joe Yunger sees Dracula in the bar and getting ready to shoot]

Blanket Jackson:
Whoa! Keep it in your pants, brah!

Joe Yunger:
GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU DANG NAB GOOFAMAN!

Blanket Jackson:
No can do. Check out the signage, dudage.

[pans to the scene where one of the signs shows "no stabbing vampires"]

Joe Yunger:
Where'd all that crap come from?

Blanket Jackson:
Just bought the bar, brah. New owner, new rules. It's a chillax zone for good times only, brah. Hey, we'd all like to make the rules, and I just did. Psych! JK! [chuckles]

Joe Yunger:
[tired] "JK". Now, how much damn time you think that you're savin' by abbreviatin'? There's power in words!

Blanket Jackson:
[to the other vampires] Okay, what kind of dipping sauce would you bros like with your chicken wings? We got barbecue, ranch, blood.

Vampires:
Blood.

The Count:
Ranch. No, uh, blood, blood, blood.

Joe Yunger:
JK, my ass!