Seriously. Hammer. Oak stake. Get it done. His drycleaner does not need to get involved.
I will have to follow this guy to see the rest. This is shaping up to be a great spoof of the cheesy old horror comics of yore.
S-t-a-k-e. Stake. He said Oak Stake.
NOT Oak Steak.
Stop chasing me with the bottle of A-1.
Whoa. No wonder it’s been taking so long to hammer it in.
That young go-getter looks a lot like Dean Venture.
Hey, if it had been one of my great-grandmother’s steaks, it would have gone in easy. Her motto for meat cooking was it ain’t done until there’s no moisture left.
Why stop with Dracula’s dry-cleaner? All dry-cleaners MUST DIE!!!
…I don’t care what you say, THAT STAIN WASN’T THERE WHEN I BROUGHT THE SHIRT IN! AND WHY IS THAT BUTTON MISSING? By-the-way did find a set of cuff-links with a small diamond in the corner?