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You're still waiting to see if Lady Bullseye fucked my cold, rotting cock in order to bring me back by arcane Hand rituals?

You sick fuck.

...that idea is kinda hot, I gotta say, heh.

Sounds like somethin' Bendis should run with.

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How vulgar. [ But then, her husband impales people like dominos. ]

Different strokes, doll.

I am no doll.

Sure fooled me, doll.

Do I look like a doll to you?

Yep.

In what way?

The flawless-porcelain-skin-that-would-shatter-into-a-million-deadly-shards-when-smashed-on-the-pavement kinda way.

Impossible, for porcelain would not survive in my prince's company.

What, he's a butterfingers?

No. He impales those who break his valuables.

So he has a lot of enemies is what you're saying.

Many throughout the Ottoman empire.

Say what.

My husband is Prince Vlad Tepes the Third. He is master of the house of Dracul. There is no end to his enemies.

"House of Dracul"? Like Dracula? Or do you mean one of those pussy, sparkle wearing fags wannabes?

Pussy...sparking wearing...fags? My husband has no association with those...people.

So he's the real deal? Blood sucking and shit?

He dips his cakes in blood daily after supper, if that is what you mean by "sucking blood".

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Human or animal?

Humans. Drained by his own hands.

[sarcastically:]

Wooo, badass.

Not.

My Prince is not taken lightly. [ it is hard to tell. does her fear for Vlad outweigh her love? ]

I just did, dollface, heh heh. I could kill enough people before breakfast to fill a goddamn lake with blood but do I dip my pancakes in it? No. And you know why? 'cuz I ain't no freak.

You are an ant.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEAH OK, DOLL.

[ She cocks her head to the side...and then bares her canines. Pointed, sharp, fangs. ]

Amused?

I trust that you're only being obscenely euphemistic about your own breed of expiry.

[ beat tbh... ]

You don't sound the sort to face death with amity.

Well, I sure as hell don't know.

The issue has never been resolved, but if I'm gonna fill in the blanks, I'll go with necrophilia with a hot Asian bitch.

Sounds to me―friend―that you're likely still among the deceased. You could do your fellows a favor and accept it, can't you?

That hurts, beardy. Right to the core.

Not a chance.

'Not a chance?' Real men are the first to embrace a certain end.

Pssh, real men don't have chick hair.

I―

I'm begging your pardon?

You heard me, porkchops: you got chick hair.

Hrrh. Your appearance rings Xavier only by virtue of your sore lack of hair.

I'm sure you'll be waiting a long time. You may be the only person at all fussed with the circumstances of your resurrection. [ Or should he say resurr-erection. Probably, but he won't. ]

[he should. bulls would appreciate it c:]

Who said I'm fussed? I ain't fussed.

[ Maybe he doesn't want to make Bullseye happy!! Or think about his dick. ]

Are you sure? That's good, because you might never find out. I'm relieved my own 'resurrection' didn't set forth that precedent so I could really enjoy this moment.

[NORMAN YOU NO FUN ZONE!!![

"Enjoy" it?

[he gets an asshole smile]

I had no idea you had fantasies about fucking my corpse.

[ WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN HE COULD NANITE THE HELL OUT OF YOU AND LICK UP YOUR SWEAT. Long gone... ]

Not especially. It's your frustration that's entertaining.

The not knowing might start eating at you if you aren't careful.

Coming back for death is easy for our kind, mein freund. I do it all the time.

No one should do anything that involves being around you, period. You're a waste of space, Bullseye.

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