[Love Will Have Its Sacrifices opening theme]
Good Morning gentle... [cracks neck] viewers
You know what's even less fun than having your blanket stolen in the middle of the night?
You guessed it!
Cohabitation with your ex!
I mean– I know I had love goggles on, but did I really not notice any of this?
The hair, in the shower drain. On the furniture.
EVERYWHERE.
The used dishes. The used bloodbags. The used...
Then there's her relationship to clothes. Or lack thereof.
Which clearly she's just doing to drive me nuts.
Not...that it's working.
And finally, the cherry on top of this whole sundae of awesome,
we all get to hang out with Carm's BFF, big sis, Mattie.
But if Holly Go-Nightly thinks she's going to run me out of this apartment that easy,
she's got another thing coming.
[tense orchestral music...the kind you might hear right before a sword fight]
[...or a tampon confetti fight.]
What the creeping hell?
I thought we might get along better if we established some boundaries.
Boundaries?
Yep. That's your side of the room, and this is my side of the room.
Now you can be as gross as you want, as long as it stays on your side.
Oh my god. You mean that.
Do you think it'll work?
What?
Do you think your little line will hold back the nasty vampires?
Do you think this will make sure you never have another thought you don't want to have about one of us?
I'm pretty sure the blood-mustache is going to take care of that.
What the hell, right? Big sis is just planning on killing us all anyway?
Not that it's any of your business, but I didn't kill anyone.
Mattie and I just had a little fun.
Classy.
Laura! Laura, we-
What in the name of-?
A most peculiar approach to interior design-
reminds me of a family I met in Novogorod-
No. Nope. Whatever Odd Couple crazy is going on here, we do not have time for this.
Belmonde is making her move. She has a big vote scheduled tomorrow.
For what?
She says it's an action under section twenty-three of the charter, but-
we don't have any copies of the section twenty-three.
Ms. Belmonde's history with these sorts of affairs would tend to indicate something Duplicitous.
Unspeakable. Gruesome.
There has to be some way to figure out what's in that missing file.
You know it's okay if you can't remember it. I ran your entire consciousness through a USB cable.
I'm fairly certain I know the document. The transfer seems to have left me with a photographic memory.
Huh. Yaaay me.
If I'm correct, section twenty-three of the charter describes the University's
ability to sell or trade its "living assets".
Oh god. Please tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means.
It looks as though in addition to selling off the Anglerfish, Ms. Belmonde intends to
sell off fifteen percent of the human student body.
Yep. That's the one.
Oh, no. I'm sorry, I misread that.
That should be fifteen percent of the human students' bodies.
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