Frank took a swallow of his wine and made an ugly face.

"Jeez, what is this stuff!?".

"It's Mad Dog. Good stuff", Vladimir answered.

"Frank, you really made an ugly face just now. I mean, uglier than your normal face. You know", the Wolfman said.

"Don't worry about my face. If I was you, I wouldn't talk about me to my face. I hope the guy who's liver I got wasn't some alley rat wino".

"I don't think either of you is capable of knowing good wine from bad wine. This is a sweet white wine", Vladimir went on.

"Uh, Vlad, you been drinking contaminated blood again? This wine isn't white. It's sort of a yellow", Frank told him.

"Real yellow. Sort of as if someone-", the Wolfman stared to say.

"Well, I admit I took it after it had been filtered through some fellow's kidney. Heck, that took all the impurities out", Vlad admitted.