"What is it you guys want, anyway?" Anna asked the vampires, as Gabriel and Jinette tried to pull Carl back up with a fishing rod.
"You have to help us, Anna!" Marishka wailed.
"Please!" Verona added.
"Have a heart, Anna!" Aleera moaned.
"I hope you have a heart, Aleera," Anna snarled. "Because some day I'm going to have steak with it! Yum!"
"Erm... that's not quite right..." Carl's voice floated through the window.
"Stop being a know-it-all!" Anna shouted back. "Or we'll leave you down there."
"Transylvanians," Carl muttered heatedly, as he stared at the worm suspended on the end of Van Helsing's fishing line a few inches above his mouth. "Just because I know the script off by heart."
"I hope you have a heart, Carl-" Anna began.
"Shut up, DAMMIT!" Carl shouted.
"Carl, you're cursing. Badly, but still cursing," Gabriel said. "Friars can't do that!"
"Actually I'm a f- what the hell?" Carl called. "Did you just get my job title correct?"
"I did," Gabriel smirked.
Carl gave a roar of anger. "You imbecile! You're supposed to call me a monk, so that I can lecture you about me being a friar! It always happens that way in fanfiction! God DAMN you!"
"Calm down, Carl. I just thought that-"
"You're not supposed to think! You can't think! You're the brainless hunter!" Carl snapped.
Gabriel dropped the fishing rod. It smacked off Carl's face. "Fine. Stay down there."