"So what is it that Vampires like so much about blood", asked Fiona, as the team reflected on another encounter with the undead in a section she liked to call 'Fiona's Final Thoughts' and Doombleby liked to call 'Nap Time'
All eyes fell on Gavin who was considered the scholar of the group, owning a narrow-ruled notepad and his own pen. "Well, traditionally it's a sort of bonding ritual between the oppressed and the oppressor, solidifying the-"
"It's because", said Fiona, ignoring him, "it's the closest they can get to a warm heart. So what I'm saying, News Team, is next time we play some vampires, we just go over there and... hug them, the poor dears"
Axeman looked offended "Oh and I suppose you want us to stop brutally murdering their thralls with axes? This is political correctness gone mad! I will personally murder each and every one of you with this axe if you try to stop me killing thralls!"
Fiona's director frantically made cut-motions as he quickly teed up the next advertisement break. Fiona was forced to bellow her signoff over an increasingly agitated Axeman who was beginning to swing around in circles
"THIS HAS BEEN FIONA'S FINAL THOUGHTS"
"hyah!" snorted a snoozing Doombleby”
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"So what is it that Vampires like so much about blood", asked Fiona, as the team reflected on another encounter with the undead in a section she liked to call 'Fiona's Final Thoughts' and Doombleby liked to call 'Nap Time'
All eyes fell on Gavin who was considered the scholar of the group, owning a narrow-ruled notepad and his own pen. "Well, traditionally it's a sort of bonding ritual between the oppressed and the oppressor, solidifying the-"
"It's because", said Fiona, ignoring him, "it's the closest they can get to a warm heart. So what I'm saying, News Team, is next time we play some vampires, we just go over there and... hug them, the poor dears"
Axeman looked offended "Oh and I suppose you want us to stop brutally murdering their thralls with axes? This is political correctness gone mad! I will personally murder each and every one of you with this axe if you try to stop me killing thralls!"
Fiona's director frantically made cut-motions as he quickly teed up the next advertisement break. Fiona was forced to bellow her signoff over an increasingly agitated Axeman who was beginning to swing around in circles
"THIS HAS BEEN FIONA'S FINAL THOUGHTS"
"hyah!" snorted a snoozing Doombleby”