I’m a member of a royal family. Our family has vampire blood running though it for a number of generations. A friend of mine who has a daughter also has vampire blood running through him but he is not of royal descent. He’s come to me because he has a health problem and he wants help. We’re talking and I tell him that the only way he can be cured is to be buried in the ground. He complains that I don’t have to be buried in the ground but I remind him that I have royal blood which apparently makes me very healthy.
We go and dig a hole tall enough to stand in. He and his daughter, and a couple of others are standing in the hole, but the friend has a martini glass. I tell him that he can’t be buried with the martini. He’s worried about being buried and not having more alcohol to consume. I tell him that he has to make a choice between being buried and getting better, or having sauce. His decision.
