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BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

This is the end of all thing. Life is done and now the never-ending sleep begins.

"Stop being so dramatic," Stella Redblood scoffed. "Just because everyone in the world has turned into vampires, it doesn't mean this is the end."

What Stella did not realize yet was that since everybody in the world was now vampires, there was no-one left to prey upon, but wee Mrs. Lynnard, who had iron-poor blood.

Mrs. Lynnard was force-fed liver & beans 24/7, but there wasn't enough of her blood. The newly bitten Dr. Moodle cleverly cloned her so that each vampire could have their personal

own personal sange chef, blood a la mode. Mrs. Lynnard's ran rampant feeding the highest of the high in the Vampire community and secretly plotting the over turn of the Masters.

While Mr. Skynard plotted against her. Lynard Skynard was a double agent, secretly hoarding chocolates as bribes for favours . he sang "Free Bird" so loud it became a classic song.

ick off. Atlanta went up 28-3 but Atlanta’s shear ineptitude plus the Patriots overwhelming power, lost by a score of 34-28. Atlanta, not being a true sports town, didn’t care.