Frankenstein convinced Dracula to go on an impromptu midnight trip to Vegas. It went completely against his better judgement, but something mischievous inside granted him permission.
Once they arrived on the strip, without a spoken word they headed for the black jack tables and committed to win some money (not that they needed it, as the world was theirs for the taking). After a few hours, the undead duo amassed a small fortune and eventually the game lost it’s allure.
They cashed out their chips, walked with intense intention toward the casino exit and without skipping a beat, spoke the most glorious words to each other at exactly the same time, “Strip Club.”
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