Jefferies, This is your brain.
This is your brain on the table.
Got any questions?
No?
Good!

(Singing to Oingo Boingo © Dead Man's party)

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder
Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody coming
Leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door
Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid at what you can't see

You've been a very naughty little boy, Mr. Jefferies. Didn't your sire ever teach you good manners? You WILL die. Now lay down and be a good little Ventrue and die.