[A Pomeranian is licking King's ear]
Hannibal King:
Back off, pooch.
[The dog exposes its Reaper-like jaws and tongue]
Hannibal King:
[stands] Jesus Christ! What the fuck?!
Asher Talos:
[picks up the dog] Good dog.
Hannibal King:
What the fuck?!
Asher Talos:
His name's Pac-Man. We've been porting the vampire gene into other species. Experimenting.
Hannibal King:
You made a goddamn vampire … Pomeranian?
Asher Talos:
Yeah. [hands Pac-Man to Jarko Grimwood]
Jarko Grimwood:
Precious, isn't he?
Hannibal King:
Well, that depends who you ask, because clearly, this dog has a bigger dick than you.
Jarko Grimwood:
And when the fuck did you see my dick, fuckface?! [kicks King]
Hannibal King:
Ow! I was talking … to her! [points to Danica Talos]
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?
Hannibal King:
How about you take a sugar-frosted fuck off the end of my dick?
Danica Talos:
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?
Hannibal King:
I can tell you two things. One, your hairdo is … ridiculous. And two, I ate a lot of garlic, and I just farted. [whispers] Silent but deadly.
Jarko Grimwood:
[grabs King] Spit it out, you fucking fruitcake!
Hannibal King:
All right! Fuck! I'll tell you about the weapon! [Grimwood releases him] It's a new flavor-crystal formula. Twice the chocolaty goodness, half the calories, plus it helps prevent tooth decay; there, I said it.