> Count Dracula is on the pull in Glasgow. He spends the night drinking
> Bloody Mary's in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's necks.
> He's heading for home, along Argyle Street sometime before dawn. Suddenly
> he's hit on the back of the head. He looks round and sees nothing. He
> looks down and sees a small sausage roll. Mmmm, he thinks, what's going on
> here?
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> A few yards further on and........ BANG. Smacked on the back of the head
> again! He whirls round as quick as he can - nothing. Again he looks down
> and there's a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!
>
> A few more yards further along the street and........ crash. Smacked on
> the back of the head yet again! He whirls round as quick as he can -
> nothing. He's getting really angry now. Again he looks down and there's a
> cocktail sausage lying on the ground.
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> He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing. He walks a
> few yards further along again when he gets a tap on the shoulder. With a
> swirl of his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as fast as he can. He
> feels
> a sharp pain in his heart. He falls to the ground clutching his chest,
> which is punctured by a small cocktail stick laden with a chunk of cheese
> and a pickled onion.
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> On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young female. With his dying
> breath he gasps, "Who the hell are you?"
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> "BUFFET, the vampire slayer."
> Bloody Mary's in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's necks.
> He's heading for home, along Argyle Street sometime before dawn. Suddenly
> he's hit on the back of the head. He looks round and sees nothing. He
> looks down and sees a small sausage roll. Mmmm, he thinks, what's going on
> here?
>
> A few yards further on and........ BANG. Smacked on the back of the head
> again! He whirls round as quick as he can - nothing. Again he looks down
> and there's a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!
>
> A few more yards further along the street and........ crash. Smacked on
> the back of the head yet again! He whirls round as quick as he can -
> nothing. He's getting really angry now. Again he looks down and there's a
> cocktail sausage lying on the ground.
>
> He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing. He walks a
> few yards further along again when he gets a tap on the shoulder. With a
> swirl of his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as fast as he can. He
> feels
> a sharp pain in his heart. He falls to the ground clutching his chest,
> which is punctured by a small cocktail stick laden with a chunk of cheese
> and a pickled onion.
>
> On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young female. With his dying
> breath he gasps, "Who the hell are you?"
>
>
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> Wait for it...
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> Are you ready...?
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> Brace yourself...
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> This'll make your day...
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> "BUFFET, the vampire slayer."
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