Alucard was using the Internet again, which never failed to amuse him. "Grigor, look," he called.
"It is the day, Alucard. I rest upon my native soil, as you should."
"Come and see," Alucard insisted.
Grigor pried the top of his coffin up. "More of your Inter-net cobwebs?"
"Web pages. Here, I have found this."
Grigor peered at the screen. "Alucard, this is a recipe. Why do we need recipes?"
"It is called a turducken. A turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken."
Alucard's eyes gleamed, and his fangs extended unconsciously. "It has given me... an idea."
The Buddha in the Attic
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