Umbra Mirabelei finds Dracula laying on the ground, all red and exhausted, in front of the basement door.
Umbra Mirabelei: What happened, man?
Dracula: I’m sick, man. I couldn’t sleep all day. I have poisoned myself.
Umbra Mirabelei: How come, man? Whit what?
Dracula cries: I saw a commercial for gazpacho and I badly wanted some gazpacho. It looked so tasty!
Umbra Mirabelei: But, man, gazpacho is made with garlic!
Dracula: I didn’t know that. The commercial said that it’s better than blood.
Umbra Mirabelei: Oh, man, TV will kill our people!