[Rasputin is screaming and throwing a temper tantrum over an unsuccessful attempted murder of Anya. As he does so, his thumb pops off]
Bartok: Uh, wow. Take it easy there. You know, sir, really you should watch your blood pressure. My nephew Izzy just keeled over one day, mid-mango. Stress - it's a killer, sir. And he's a fruit bat. No meat. No blood, even. [screws Rasputin's thumb back on to his hand]
Rasputin: How could they let her escape?!
Bartok: Eh, you're right, it's very upsetting, sir. I guess this reliquary's broken. [tosses the reliquary aside]
Rasputin: YOU IDIOT! [stretches out his hand and catches it before it can hit the ground, then glares at Bartok]
Bartok: Alright now, sir, take it easy there. Just remember what I said to you about stress.
Rasputin: I sold my soul for this. [grabs Bartok] My life, my very existence, depends on it. And you... [chuckles, then turns angry] almost destroyed it! [slams Bartok nose-first against the reliquary]
Bartok: I get it, I get it! You break it, you bought it!
Rasputin: See that you remember, you miserable rodent! [throws Bartok back across the room]
Bartok: Oh sure, blame the bat. What the heck? We're easy targets.
Rasputin: What are you muttering about?
Bartok: Anastasia, sir. Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir. I'd give her a HA! And a HI-YA! And then a OUU-WA! And I'd kick her, sir.
Rasputin: Oooooh! I have something else in mind. Something more enticing. Something...really...cruel. [he scratches the reliquary with his finger nail as he grins evilly]
Bartok: Uh, wow. Take it easy there. You know, sir, really you should watch your blood pressure. My nephew Izzy just keeled over one day, mid-mango. Stress - it's a killer, sir. And he's a fruit bat. No meat. No blood, even. [screws Rasputin's thumb back on to his hand]
Rasputin: How could they let her escape?!
Bartok: Eh, you're right, it's very upsetting, sir. I guess this reliquary's broken. [tosses the reliquary aside]
Rasputin: YOU IDIOT! [stretches out his hand and catches it before it can hit the ground, then glares at Bartok]
Bartok: Alright now, sir, take it easy there. Just remember what I said to you about stress.
Rasputin: I sold my soul for this. [grabs Bartok] My life, my very existence, depends on it. And you... [chuckles, then turns angry] almost destroyed it! [slams Bartok nose-first against the reliquary]
Bartok: I get it, I get it! You break it, you bought it!
Rasputin: See that you remember, you miserable rodent! [throws Bartok back across the room]
Bartok: Oh sure, blame the bat. What the heck? We're easy targets.
Rasputin: What are you muttering about?
Bartok: Anastasia, sir. Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir. I'd give her a HA! And a HI-YA! And then a OUU-WA! And I'd kick her, sir.
Rasputin: Oooooh! I have something else in mind. Something more enticing. Something...really...cruel. [he scratches the reliquary with his finger nail as he grins evilly]
[Rasputin is screaming and throwing a temper tantrum over an unsuccessful attempted murder of Anya. As he does so, his thumb pops off]
Bartok : Uh, wow. Take it easy there. You know, sir, really you should watch your blood pressure. My nephew Izzy just keeled over one day, mid-mango. Stress - it's a killer, sir. And he's a fruit bat. No meat. No blood, even. [screws Rasputin's thumb back on to his hand]
Rasputin : How could they let her escape?!
Bartok : Eh, you're right, it's very upsetting, sir. I guess this reliquary's broken. [tosses the reliquary aside]
Rasputin : YOU IDIOT! [stretches out his hand and catches it before it can hit the ground, then glares at Bartok]
Bartok : Alright now, sir, take it easy there. Just remember what I said to you about stress.
Rasputin : I sold my soul for this. [grabs Bartok] My life, my very existence, depends on it. And you ... [chuckles, then turns angry] almost destroyed it! [slams Bartok nose-first against the reliquary]
Bartok : I get it, I get it! You break it, you bought it!
Rasputin : See that you remember, you miserable rodent! [throws Bartok back across the room]
Bartok : Oh sure, blame the bat. What the heck? We're easy targets.
Rasputin : What are you muttering about?
Bartok : Anastasia, sir. Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir. I'd give her a HA! And a HI-YA! And then a OUU-WA! And I'd kick her, sir.
Rasputin : Oooooh! I have something else in mind. Something more enticing . Something...really... cruel . [he scratches the reliquary with his finger nail as he grins evilly]
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