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One night at the Gawth Club
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| *angst* I am a vampire... | |
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| Oh gawd. I am so damn sick of you baby-bat poseurs pretending you vampires. It's so trite, so cliched, so stupid! Gaah! | |
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| B-but. I really AM a vampire. I can even prove it to you. *angst* | |
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| Shaw... whatever. Fine. Go prove it. | |
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| AAAARGH THE SUN! OH, HOW I BURN! LORD CAINE, I RETURN TO THE!!! | |
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| Fine, you're a vampire, but your still not Gawth unless you listen to Sisters. | |
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