The werewolf bares his fangs, drool pools on your swollen stomach. He growls, "We don't eat vampire's leftovers, Bat girl!"
"Vampires are not bats," she snapped back with icy breath fangs inches from his fangs.
Just then an odd singing could be heard chanting and getting louder.
You turn your head and in march a group of small orange men singing and dancing.
"Oompa, Loompa, Oompa Dee Dee,
If you are wise you will listen to me,
Oompa, Loompa, Oompa Dee Dum
Being a blimpo is not lots of fun,
Gorging on sweets will make you so fat,
that you cannot see where you are at"
"Shut up, dwarves!" screeched the Vampire chick.
"Silence!" growled the werewolf in accord, "At least on this we agree. Appetizers? You take the fat one on the left, I'll take the plump one on the right?"
"Agreed," replied vampiress.
They lunged in unison over your prone bloated body at the tiny men.
"Oompa Loompa, Oompa Dee Dee,
vampgirl and dogboy, you can't catch me!"
They sing shout as they disappear through trap doors.
You hear the vampiress complain as she pursues her quarry, "Darn, Wonka, why do his mansions always have little men and weird trap doors?"
Just then your stomach starts to grumble ominously.
A little orange man pops up next to you. He is holding a dark orange jar. He whispers in song, "Oompa Loompa, Oompa Dee Die, How would you like one of Wonka's Special Bromides?"
He offers you a large orange capsule...