The mayor coughed. “Young Mr. Plumber, do you have anything to say in your defense?”
TYP bared as fangs. The crowd gasped and stepped back.
Dasmos gave the vampire an angry stare, and raised his stake.
***
In the fantabulous castle of the vampires, the two remaining creatures of the night were lying in their shared king-sized coffin, listening to Cher. The king looked up at the full moon and sighed. “Without the giver, how are going to succeed?”
“I dunno,” said his minion. Pause. "So. You wanna play some GameCube?”
The king sighed. “Without TYP? That just wouldn’t be the same.”