Nailed Him To The Perch

19 november 2004

So Rick and I were at a local cemetery today staking a vampire to the ground, as you do, and Rick was standing guard while I had to pound the stake in.

"Can't your antimagic thing just, like, kill the vampire?" As opposed to keeping it from waking up while I was working, "Why are we doing all this extra work?" he asked.

"We're doing extra work? You're literally just standing there with a beer."

"But this is important? This is how you kill a vampire, just kinda...nail it into the coffin?"

"Oh, no. This doesn't kill it. It's already dead."

"Undead."

​"This is a dead body, Rick. The parrot is no more! He's ceased to be."

"Are you seriously quoting Monty Python to me right now?" I stood up and looked at him.

"Would you have preferred Terry Pratchett?" I asked.

"Kinda, yeah. You got something?" We both just looked at each other for a few seconds before I sighed.

"No, the moment's passed now." I heard him grumble as I knelt down to shove the garlic we'd brought into the vampire's mouth.

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