Sunrise: Vincent, Godfather of the "Bloods" vampire mob, salivated over the large pie before him, a seventy-fifth birthday present from his ambitious son. The solitary candle had already been lit. As Vincent leaned over to blow it out, the cake blew up, the explosion being heard miles away.
He was covered in beef and gravy, but otherwise unharmed – it takes more than bombs to kill a vampire, of course.
Across the town, his son was furious. "Amateurs," he fumed, "When I phoned, I ordered a stake pie!"
Knowing their necks were on the line, Murderesses Inc honoured its money-back guarantee.
He was covered in beef and gravy, but otherwise unharmed – it takes more than bombs to kill a vampire, of course.
Across the town, his son was furious. "Amateurs," he fumed, "When I phoned, I ordered a stake pie!"
Knowing their necks were on the line, Murderesses Inc honoured its money-back guarantee.
