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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/11878642/15/"And where do you think you're going, kids?"
"You know you sound like one of those priests you see on Panorama(1)?" Harry snarked back. "You know, the ones who like children a bit too much?"
Anderson scowled, before hurling Alucard's head, impaled on a bayonet, at them, whereupon it stuck in the wall, vibrating. For some reason, it put Harry in mind of an olive impaled on a cocktail stick. "Don't talk to me about those, brat. The last one I caught trying anything with the children at my orphanage, I force-fed him his own liver."
Harry plucked the bayonet from Alucard's head, and handed him to Seras. "Okay, you have some standards if that's the case. Now, in the words of Saint Brian of Nazareth, 'Now, fuck off!'."
As they dashed up the stairs, they heard Anderson chuckle, before saying, "How shall I fuck off, O Lord?"
"Great," Seras muttered as they climbed up the stairs. "We have a homicidal Vatican hitman on our case, and he's watched Life of Brian."
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