Welcome back to Lake Fun! Tonight's headliner: a king picks up a bow and arrow and reminds the boat why he's the goat.
But first, let's observe the vampires in their natural habitat.
A horde hit the frozen lake where the golden bubble boat had been thirty seconds prior.
Hundreds strong sprinted onto the ice. The sprint lasted about four seconds before the ice cracked and swallowed half of them. The other half kept running across the backs of the ones that fell through because teamwork.
To the right, an enterprising vampire tried crawling flat on its stomach to distribute weight. Smart. The twelve vampires who sprinted over it were not. It survived the ice. It did not survive the stampede.
The third wave watched the first two waves drown and die and said "our turn" with the enthusiasm of a group that had learned absolutely nothing and wasn't planning to start.
