This Great Count, a vampire of the feathered, fanged kind, groweth weary with each passing moment, awaiting thy procurement of a new automobile vehicle. He doth inquire of thee, oh mortal, if thou possesseth any other substantial instruments or heavy devices that can be traded for perchance of a loaf of bread, as nourishment for the belly and sustenance for the soul.

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