Richter: Well Dracula, I made it - despite your directions!

Dracula: I hope you’re ready for these humans who game me flesh with an unforgettable tribute!

Richter: Egads!? You steal men’s roast, and ruin them!

Dracula: Perhaps the same could be said of all fast foods…

Richter: Your words are as empty as your plate! Mankind ill needs clams such as these steamed hams!

Dracula: What is a steamed ham? A miserable little pile of hamburgers. But enough talk… Can I see it?!

Richter: No.

Nothing but a pile of grilled meat between two bun-halves.

A miserable pile of hamburgers.

Steamed? I prefer pressed.

Steamed pot roast.