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Transylvanian Terror

“Gargh, this bloody door won’t come down!”

“Well, it was meant for defense. It’s a castle, Erwick.”

“Gr, shut up. Now what can we use as a ram? Oh, howsabout Andy’s head? It’s thick enough.”

“Oi! I heard that!”

“Yeah, yeah….how bout we burn the door down? C’mon, people, we got torches!”

“Yeah!”

“Arrrgh!”

“Si!”

“Ya!”

“A’right! Heave!”

....

“Well that didn’t do a bloody thing. Why don’t we…bash it open with our pitchforks!”

“Pitchforks? What the hey will ‘at do?”

”...True. Wow, this is tough…”

“Hey, howsabout I’m mob leader from now on?”

Sigh. “Fine. So…whatcha gonna do, now, leada?”

“Yeah!”

“Arrgh!”

“Si!”

“Ya!”

“Erm…hmm….”

“C’mon, if you’re the new leader, you gotta find a way for us to get in this castle!”

“A’right, a’right. How bout we…bash it open with our pitchforks!”

The peasants muttered and filed away from the castle.

“Well, that was easy,” said the doctor from his window.

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