Dramatic Dracula Dinner Dispute

“I don’t wanna suck blood,” little Joey yells. “Sucking blood sucks!”

Father slams his large pale hands on the dinner table, “Don’t give me that! You’re a Dracula and Dracula’s suck blood!”

“Dear,” Mother says, “don’t raise your voice—”

“I can’t help it, Martha. A Dracula that don’t suck blood. It’s a disgrace!”

“I’m gonna get some neck bolts,” Joey blurts out.

“No son of mine is gonna have neck bolts!” Father slams the table again. “You ain’t no Frankenstein. Finish your supper. Your victim’s getting cold.”

“You can’t stop me!”

“So help me, I will impale you in the heart!”