[read from the bottom up]

Dave: *laughs*
EvilSookeh: Well, since he once belonged to Sheriff Northman maybe I will call him Sugartits.
Dave: *hops into the car, hearing the midgets muffled screams* What you gonna name him?
EvilSookeh: *slams the trunk* Really. *hops into the car* Let’s get outta here!
Dave: *flattered* Really? *lifts the sewing machine into the trunk, midget up*
EvilSookeh: You know, you’re really starting to get a hang of this being evil stuffs. *pops open the trunk*
Dave: *hauls the midget taped to the sewing machine through the bar and out the door* Think we can stuff him in the trunk?
EvilSookeh: *cracks up and shuffles faster toward the door* He is a busy guy!
Dave: You think? We can return the sewing machine… If I had a midget and lost him, I’d notice.
EvilSookeh: I don’t think Sugarbutt will even notice this midget is gone. However, I am not sure about the sewing machine.
Dave: I’m dead. Yeah yeah. *takes more weight on my side* Stop kicking little man! We’re getting you out!
EvilSookeh: *struggles carrying the sewing machine* If we let them all go you know what will happen.
Dave: *flicks off the light on the way, helping you get him up the stairs* Those people sound really unhappy.
EvilSookeh: *heaves the midget on the sweing machine up the stairs*
Dave: *nods, lifting the other side, watching his little feet kick*
EvilSookeh: *lifts up her end* After we get him to my house.
Dave: *walks over to the other* Can’t we just untape him?
EvilSookeh: *grins* Exactly. *walks over and grabs one side of the sewing machine*
Dave: I’m thinking not? How about we just take the midget?
EvilSookeh: *shrugs* I say we let them all go and if we get caught you take the blame.
Dave: You… it’s a person!
EvilSookeh: *wide eyes* I want that midget.
Dave: *watches people nod furiously* I don’t know?
EvilSookeh: Should we let these people go?
Dave: Oh god… He looks so helpless
EvilSookeh: *blinks* Is that a midget duct taped to a sewing machine?
Dave: *slowly looks around* Holy fucker…
EvilSookeh: What is all this crap? Who are these people?!
Dave: I guess….
EvilSookeh: It smells like dog farts in here!
Dave: I’m thinking no candy though.. *sniffs the air*
EvilSookeh: Hmph! *walks the rest of the way down and looks around*
Dave: I’m not lookin’. This was your idea.
EvilSookeh: *slowly tip toes down the stairs* What is it? Is candy? Waffles? Gravy?
Dave: *stands wobbily, rubs head, flicks on the light* Least I still got my crowbar.
EvilSookeh: *snickers*
Dave: Fuck you!
EvilSookeh: *cups her hand next to her mouth and calls out* See a light switch yet?
Dave: *tumbles down the stairs* FUCKOWMOTHERFUCKER
EvilSookeh: *pushes you and listens to you tumble down*
Dave: Jesus. *takes crowbar, searching for a light switch for the stairs* Can’t see shit..
EvilSookeh: I don’t care! *gives you the crowbar*
Dave: You’re the one with the crowbar!
EvilSookeh: *peeps over your shoulder* You go first..
Dave: Oh. *opens door, looking down a dark stairwell* Well shit…
EvilSookeh: *digs at the door with the crowbar before realizing it isn’t locked*
Dave: *gulps* Okay… *creeps behind the bar and to the door*
EvilSookeh: *wiggles her ears and looks back* I’m right behind you.
Dave: *looks back towards the office where the vampires are, then points to the door off the bar* There maybe?
EvilSookeh: *creepers around acting creepy and whatnot*
Dave: Yeah, okay. *stands* Let’s find the basement.
EvilSookeh: Is probably just candy and waffles. Sugarbutt isn’t the type to torture people.
Dave: Christ.
EvilSookeh: *perks* Is it?!
Dave: Isn’t that where they like… torture people?
EvilSookeh: Exploring the basement.
Dave: *blinks* Wait. What exactly are we doing?
EvilSookeh: *pops back in with her trusty crowbar* I will follow you, Davey.
Dave: *nods* I’ll stay and watch.
EvilSookeh: *makes a wooty noise* I will go get my crowbar!
Dave: I think so…
EvilSookeh: *is nudged* Are they gone?