Send In The Clones (No! Don't!)

The millionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was on the phone talking to his chief of security and corporate espionage Renfield R. Renfield.

"So are we going to get the $10 billion loan from Solomon Solstein so I can become a billionaire again?" Set asked.

"Well, boss," Renfield replied, "I thought I had that loan in the bag along with all those tuna fish sandwiches that were left over from the bar mitzvah but unfortunately just as we were leaving Amadeus went and opened his mouth and told a rather lewd joke he had recently heard about a priest, a minister and a rabbi which rather catastrophically deeply offended Solomon Solstein's mother so it could be the loan is dead in the water along with all the mermaids and tuna that have washed up on the beach here."

"Amadeus," Set seethed and hit his forehead which he shouldn't have done since the fingernails on his talon of a hand were extremely long.

"Athelstan, get me a bandage," the millionaire ancient Egyptian vampire screamed from his sitting room.

His valet and proper English gentleman Athelstan arrived with some bandages and some ointment for cuts.

"Amadeus again, sir?" Athelstan asked nonchalantly.

"Yes," Set seethed. He was very much regretting having created that genetic clone from the DNA of composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, British actor Alan Rickman and California mass murderer Charles Manson.

Something had obviously gone terribly wrong in the transmission of that DNA.

To be continued.