Jack downing the shot of Transylvanian Sherry
picked his top hat off the chair;      g'night, doc,
Ygor; nice doing business w/ u;      [the Doctor
walking their new friend to the door],    saying:  
thank u, Jack, why don't we set up a regular meet?
I could always a man w/ brains; u can just drop
them off - Say, Jack, have u got a girl? asked Dr. F.
eh, no but I'm always looking, replied the Ripper;
well, maybe u'll meet a pretty girl when u come
around again, the doc winked; Jack, doffing his
topper receded into the fog;      that's just fine, Doc,
for me it's what's inside that counts;          ah, a true
Romantic, a dying breed! Frankenstein was calling  
out to the shifting fog filling with hellish shrieks - -