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I wish Vincent Price was my dad. We would live in a cobwebby mansion house with lots of ridiculously out-sized wooden furniture and sometimes there would be adventures with CREATURES and MURDER and shit but mostly it would be us eating dinner with those little plate-hats that keep your food warm and Vincent Price telling me about his day and me being like OH VINCENT PRICE, YOUR VOICE IS FUCKING AWESOME JUST KEEP SPEAKING FOR ALL THE DAYS.