Toldja
What We Do In Shadows is owned by FX. This is simply a cautionary tale for vamps.
Laslo plopped back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and brushed a bit of non-existant fluff from his trousers. He was trying very hard to ignore the whirling dervish on the wall in back of him.
"I told her.." he said wearily to the cameraman.
"Oh my god, can you believe it?" crowed a female voice behind him.
"This is the second time. I told her, but oh no..she knew better."
"I can't believe we are the same shoe size..I love these fringy boots!" called Nadja as she twirled, then came to a hopping stop on the kitchen wall. "Laslo, come and look at how they go with my outfit," she called, hiking up her skirt to do an impromptu dance.
"Don't mind me.. what do I know ?" he grumbled quietly to himself.
Nadja ran to the back of the sofa, and threw the front of her skirt over his face. "Do I look like Stevie Nicks?" she fairly giggled.
"Not from this angle, " Laslo said through her skirt.
"Oh, you just want to poop my party," she laughed
Laslo held up held up one hand for the camera, counting on his fingers for emphasis. "One.. do not hunt at the community college night school. Two.. never..ever eat anyone who has a can of Red Bull in their hand."
Nadja jumped backward, and resumed her dance on the kitchen table while warbling "You see your gypsy.."
Laslo leaned in to the camera. "She doesn't need more wings."