Mostly mice, where jars are concerned. I have no idea where Father found those bats. They're fucking enormous. Knowing him he popped down to Africa or across the Atlantic to find something dramatic enough and start a colony in the attic.
[It's not often you get a chance to gross out Trevor Belmont. He's enjoying himself. He is also... tipsy, thanks to the pretty horsey.]
[he glances around and then staggers up to his feet, doing a magnificent drunk walk to the side of the room that borders Dracula’s cabin. He raps on the wall, loudly calling;]
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[It's not often you get a chance to gross out Trevor Belmont. He's enjoying himself. He is also... tipsy, thanks to the pretty horsey.]
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Oy! Where’d you get your bats?!