Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
[[Lincoln has two puncture wounds in forehead]]
Lincoln: All right you sack of undead crap, tell me where he's hiding.
Zombie Mark Twain: Excuse me?
Lincoln: Vampire Dickens! That son of a crock tricked me and sucked my blood! Out of my head! I know how you undead novelists like to be in league with each other for evil schemes, so out with it.
Zombie Mark Twain: Dogg, are we not friends? You know I ain't got truck with no dudes like Vampire Dickens.
Zombie Mark Twain: 'Sides, more as like to be you who's hanging out with that dude now. I mean, he put the chomps on you. Don't that mean you're a vampire now too?
Lincoln: Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you and assumed you were in league with an evil dude and maybe fantasized about staking you in the face a little. But come on, man! Everybody knows presidents have to be immune to vampires! You know what politics is like!
{{Hovertext: "The thought of an entire sack of undead crap frightens me immensely."}}