Your Mom sliped, she invited in the Mast… Dracula.
It’s not like they don’t have all those torches in their caves.
Dawn’s in trouble. Must be Tuesday. 
You can tell Harmony is an amature, she could turn Dawn…
So Slayer, at last we meet.
Harmony, We’ve met you half-wit.
Non-ceramic head spike. See? :rolleyes:
Owners of the Magic shop have a live expectance of a Spinal Tap drummer.
That’s one…
It’s like leaving a loaded gun in the house with small kids. (Or Harmony…)
One’s all it takes. 