"Great, the Boogle Maps server just had to go down right when I needed it the most!"
Doctor Frankenstein scratched his head as he looked down at the Samscreech phone in his hands before throwing it out his car window in a fit of sudden rage.
"I have five vict-, erm,
patients to visit today and they just all have to live so far away. At this rate I won't be able to return to my lab in time to experi-, ahem,
thoroughly examine the samples that I'll be collecting."
While the doctor was busy monologuing about the terrible situation he found himself in, a hand stretched out through the basement window of the doctor's shoddy apartment complex, reaching towards the abandoned phone. Before the hand could grab the device, it pulled back as if burned by the faint sunlight that shone dimly from behind a thick cloud cover. The owner of the hand could be heard hissing and cursing, even by the doctor whose car was parked a good fifty meters away. The doctor turned, startled by the ungodly noise.
The hand could be seen hovering just behind the window, almost as if bracing itself for the assault of the sun. Suddenly, it darted out and snatched the phone, accompanied with more screaming and the sound of... sobbing?
The doctor could not believe what had just happened. How dare someone steal his Samscreech Universe Y19 right before his eyes?! Even if he had tossed it away just moments earlier, this disembodied hand just crossed the line! Frankenstein stormed out of his car and headed toward the sketchy window.
Peering through the window, Frankenstein froze with shock. The hand belonged to a pasty fellow who looked more like skin and bones than flesh and blood. He sat on the ground cradling his burnt hand while wailing like a banshee. The Samscreech Universe Y19 rested beside him, already hooked up to a Hell Bloodiron gaming tower. Frankenstein could spot a password cracking software running on the monitor.
"HEY that is MY phone, you miscreant! My day has barely even started and it's been bad enough already. Maybe I should just make you my patient instead and I won't need to go through the hassle of driving around this godforsaken city collecting orga-, I mean, samples for my research!"
Upon hearing those frightful words, the vampire forgot about his pain as he held up both of his hands in surrender and scooched away until his back hit the wall.
"Woah there mister, you can have your Samscreech back! It's only a stupid Y19 anyway, that's sooo 21st century. You should really upgrade to a ZK13, it's so slick compared to yours!"
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes and the vampire squeaked in terror.
"Woah woah woah!! Chill out my man, no need to strip your screws. Why don't you come on in and we can play some vidya games together, broski?"
"DO NOT CALL ME YOUR BROSKI!" Frankenstein roared in anger. "My goddamn Boogle Maps won't work and I still need to go around collecting body parts from my victims. If only I could find a route short enough that I can get back to my lab before the ice in my ice chest completely melts..."
Frankenstein sighed deeply and buried his face in his hands in frustration.
"Uhhhh I could help ya out with that duderinos! Where do you need to go?"
The doctor's face lit up at the vampire's words.
"Can you really help me? You mean it?"
"No problem homie g, I can draw you the
shortest path right now!"