Morrowseer: *sips morning coffee*

Darkstalker: MORROWSEER!

Morrowseer: *chokes*

Darkstalker: You okay?

Morrowseer: No! *cough cough*

Morrowseer: What do you want?

Darkstalker: I made a woopsie.

Morrowseer: What?

Darkstalker: Sorry, infant talk. Anyway, just check in the living room.

Morrowseer: *sigh* I'm getting too old for this crap.

*both went into the living room*

Morrowseer: What the fuck did you do to him?

*Lazarus was standing in the center, with glowing red eyes and jutted fangs*

Lazarus: *hiss!*

Darkstalker: Turns out he can collect abilities from the blood of his prey. So I thought Hey, let's try it, and then this happened.

Morrowseer: Do you know how to fix it?

Darkstalker: Shit if I know.

Morrowseer: Gah! I'm calling Turtle!

*dials Turtle*

Turtle: Hello?

Morrowseer: Hey, the animus fucked up. I want you to come here and fix his mess.

Turtle: Yeah...I been dared to not interfere.

Morrowseer: Then, what are we suppose to do!?

Turtle: Uh....

*call ended*

Morrowseer: Of course...

Darkstalker: Wait, I think I found a solution!

Later:

*Lazarus was sucking blood from a dead dragon, less crazy now*

Darkstalker: Better?

Lazarus: Yep.

Morrowseer: I'm impressed, Darkstalker. But, where did you get the body, I thought we weren't allowed to kill.

Darkstalker: Oh, I have my ways.

Morrowseer: ...You paid someone to do it, didn't you?

Darkstalker: Duh, bitch.