The gathered men looked around the kitchen where they had. . .gathered.

SRFF: "So, uh, what now?"

DK: "I dunno. Any ideas?"

JFEL: "Mmmff. Glbmch. Chompfh. Brruuuppp!"

Suddenly, the back door burst open, and in strode a skinny, pale fifteen year old, dressed all in black, with a cape, red contact lenses, and plastic fangs.

"Behold!" he cried, "I am Gothboy! Here to help you in your mission. Gothboy drinks deep of the blood of evil, and finds it unquenching!"

DK: "Timmy, go home. Sorry, guys, this is our next door neighbor's kid, Timmy."

GB: "I am not Timmy! I am Gothboy! Vampiric avenger of the night! But I have a poet's soul. Here, allow me to read you my latest work."

DK: "Timmy, if you're a vampire, how can you be out here in the daylight?"

GB: "Uh, uhm, ah. . .You wanna come over and play Masquerade later?"

DK: "No, Timmy, we have to save the world from evil."

GB: "OK. Gothboy leaves, slamming the back door behind him. Soon, the sounds of him harassing his younger brother and friends with bad goth poetry can be heard from the inside.

Der's roommate comes back into the room.

"Der," he says urgently, "You have a phone call." and he hands him the cordless. . .