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"Chief… Chief…"
"Uh, Jim? Is that you?"
"Come here, Chief…"
"You know, I'd like to, really, I would… But unlike numerous cartoon characters and you, evidently, I cannot walk in thin air. I'll stay on the balcony."
"Sandburg! Come here!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How about you come here? You're looking awfully pale there, Jim. I have this excellent herbal remedy I was taught to make by the wise women of the Hulakabulla tribe in central-"
"Sandburg…"
"Your eyes are looking pretty red there, too… Hey! Ellison! You're un-dead! Nosforato! A night-crawler! A vampire!"
"You will be too when I get through with you, Sandburg…"
"Oooh, is that a threat? I'm scared, really. But first I'm going to drive this wooden moose hunting spear I received as a wedding gift from the chief of the Watsit tribe of South America when I accidentally married his daughter through your heart. Hold still a minute, will ya?
"Ahhh! Jim, bit me and you'll be sucking blood through a straw for the next month, I swear to god! Ow! That hurt! I'm serious! Help!"
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"How are you feeling, Chief?"
"Jim? What do you think?"
"Seriously, Blair."
"Oh, now you're concerned. I feel like you sucked all the blood from my body, how's that for starters? And I'm hungry. Really hungry. Hey, let's go pay a visit to our good captain, Simon…"
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Why did the bicycle fall down?
Because it was two-tired! (Get it? Too tired! Ha ha ha!)