Under the influence of a fantastic amount of trendy chemical amusement aid, they proceed to perform lewd acts, rip each other off for small personal possessions, and dance with depraved abandon in the vicinity of a six-foot pile of transistor radios, each one tuned to a different station.
– You’ve never gone after vampires before now, have you?
– Vampires, gargoyles, warlocks, they’re all the same.
