Virgil: Quickly Mighty-One, there is danger in the air.
Max: Man, how can you see it with all this fog?
Virgil: I'm afraid that London is in the grip of vampiric terror, Mighty-one. Victims attacked for their blood, all with similar wounds on their necks.
Max: Come on, Virgil, don't tell me we're hunting Dracula.
Virgil: Certainly not, Mighty-One.
Max: Oh, good. I'm glad to hear it.
Virgil: I rather think it's one of his relatives.