Bruce groaned and buried his face in his hands. “You look like the living dead.”
“That’s good,” Richard said calmly, accepting his plate of eggs. “Vampires are very hot right now.”
“I’ve created a monster,” Bruce mumbled.
“Permit me to point out, sir, that Frankenstein’s creation was not a vampire,” Alfred volunteered in his most helpful tones.
Bruce dropped his hands in order to glare. “Why are you always on his side?”
“I’m not on anybody’s side, sir, I was merely putting in a word for literary accuracy.”
“That’s good,” Richard said calmly, accepting his plate of eggs. “Vampires are very hot right now.”
“I’ve created a monster,” Bruce mumbled.
“Permit me to point out, sir, that Frankenstein’s creation was not a vampire,” Alfred volunteered in his most helpful tones.
Bruce dropped his hands in order to glare. “Why are you always on his side?”
“I’m not on anybody’s side, sir, I was merely putting in a word for literary accuracy.”
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