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• Living Dead Co. skull on left temple
• Antique brass buckle closure
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Deacon: Why don't you go smell your own crotches, huh?
Dion: We don't smell our own crotches. We smell each others' crotches, & it's a form of greeting.
Anton: You're on camera, mate. Don't- don't do it...
Clifton: It's ok, 'cause I know this guy. It's Count Fag-ula.
Anton: Hey hey hey, don't swear.
Clifton: Sorry, they s-
Anton: We're werewolves-
Clifton: Not swearwolves.
Anton: What are we?
Werewolves: [mumbling] Werewolves not swearwolves.
Vladislav: That's a very offensive word to call people.
Clifton: Fag is a swear word?
Anton: [agitated] Well, unless you're talking about a bundle of sticks...
Deacon: Chase this bundle of sticks, werewolves!
[Deacon pretends to throw imaginary sticks]
[Fooled, Nathan chases after the imaginary sticks]