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back under Vampiric Council control.
Nadja, Laszlo, you'll find The Sire
And we are able to regularly feed thanks
and high school yearbook editors. [grunts]
but no, not ringing any bells.
Okay.
stay alert and stay vigilant.
In the back garden, as we speak.
LASZLO: Sorry, Baron. Urgent matter.
- Well, catch me up. Have you taken over America? - NADJA: Uh...
What?
this would all be over in two minutes.
Oh, fuck it. Doesn't matter.
Sorry.
My name is B.J. Novak. I want to tell you about the show I made.
Grijillium.
That rock there.
- He likes it! - LASZLO: No, no. - NADJA: Aah!
NADJA: Dring Grinjly.
NADJA: I was meaning to.
with your intel sources.
- Let's do it. - Come on. -[overlapping chatter]
[gasps]
NADJA: Turns out The Sire had an absolutely excellent sense
Completely naked.
What is the point of having a glowing orb section
I can't believe it.
[groans, laughs softly]
The Watchers.
It doesn't seem right.
WOMAN: Pop-culture. Sex.
when The Sire is crushing you and mincing you to smithereens.
BARON: Yes.
[mutters]
- Open-open the door, Nandor. - Yes.
Well, we've, um, taken over the local Vampiric Council.
NADJA: Why are you just fucking sitting there?!
and then we would go to war with them.
he's headed... south.
We have a plan and it is going absolutely perfectly.
Yeah, I heard the screams,
was spotted in Ozone Park.
- LASZLO: Yeah. - NADJA: Goodbye, Baron.
How do you know what vampire piss tastes like?
-[growling] - NADJA: Oh! - Whoa!