Will they find a home? Sponsored by GEICO, Jane doesn't mind an apartment with no elevator.

Five flights of stairs is five plates of cardio. Bob is a little less enthusiastic about stairs.

I hate stairs.

Compromise is tough, but these two won't have to compromise when they bundle renters

in car insurance with GEICO.

It's easy and they could save even more.

In the end, Jane and Bob found an apartment that's a four-story walkup.

And Bob? Yeah, there's a freight elevator she doesn't know about. What were you talking about? Oh, It's the Bob and Tom Show.

Coming soon to Bob and Tom Show.

Coming soon to Bob and Tom Television. He's a 600 year old vampire with a diabolically insatiable appetite for human blood and an offensive gastrointestinal ailment.

He's Count Flatula!

Once again, I count Flatula. Once again, I count Flatula am prowling the streets of Stenchalvania in search of

fresh blood. I grow weak. I must drink from this leftover vial of blood. Oh boy that's expired.

Oh boy, that's expired.

Bruh.

But alas, I see another victim.

Countful ache, she shall sneak up on her with stealth-like brows.

She will not even see me coming. Oh, man, that is stank.

Uh, that doesn't me.

It must have been a stray dog, or perhaps the wolf man.

Who the hell are you anyway?

I am Prince of the undead.

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