Dracula arose from his coffin and stepped into the darkness. It was a dark and stormy night. The moon was new and his hunger called. He felt lucky.
Sure enough, along came dinner, head down and murmering. Ahh, too easy. Fangs to neck, he tasted -- AHHH -- BILE. Then it hit him, he should have paid attention to the murmering....
"Stolen election, Diebold, moving to Canada..."
Oh THAT's GOOD!
You should make sure Darkchylde see that as well!