Say hello to Vlad! He is the las of his kind...If there were any more like him anywhere. Having roasted his parents on his birthday(actually the second he was born), Vlad has been very keen on strangers since an early age. Since his feeding habits remain unchanged until today, he usually eats all his friends. This can be very upsetting concerning long-term relationships... A good exception tough, is his best and only surviving friend Mr.Scully, who advises him and provides good counsil, such as phylosophic gems like 'Bones are bad for your digestive system'. Still, he drags himsel merrily along Hedious City, singing a happy tune and yielding a rusty meat cleaver. One can not waste a good by-stander... Biological details: the zipper on Vlad's belly opens directly into his stomach, whenever he needs to get rid of some indigestable material, such as tytanium wristwatches or gold earrings. Technical data: the whistle serves as a decoy for unsuspecting soccer players, which become tasty treats if grilled with peanut butter.