The Information Age

Alucard was using the Internet again, which never failed to amuse him. "Grigor, look," he called.

"It is the day, Alucard. I rest upon my native soil, as you should."

"Come and see," Alucard insisted.

Grigor pried the top of his coffin up. "More of your Inter-net cobwebs?"

"Web pages. Here, I have found this."

Grigor peered at the screen. "Alucard, this is a recipe. Why do we need recipes?"

"It is called a turducken. A turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken."

"So?"

Alucard's eyes gleamed, and his fangs extended unconsciously. "It has given me... an idea."