Here they are: the glam, choker necklaced, Rodger Daltrey'd, Satanic Majesties Requested, vampire clan; and if you're wondering where your wife is, she's in the castle next door getting a good fanging, along with your little girl, since clearly consent is not exactly a concept they understand.
And over here are the villagers, pale, spineless, plague-addled idiots who, even when they finally get the energy to form a lynch mob aren't really clear on how to finish the job. It's…