Venice, I can see a typical Sabretooth Cruise incident right now.
Up to the bar walks the Sabretooth dressed all in really cool threads, wearing those new wrap around shades and hunched over a walker with the only tooth in his head being one broken fang hanging down below his upper lip. After his third try he makes it onto the bar stool. He turns to the woman sitting to his left removes the sunglasses, winks and does a couple of those "click-click's." He next calls over the bartender, removes a box of Vigoro from a plastic bag, places it on the bar and softly croaks, "Okay bartender, this is the stuff they're always pushing on TV for guys my age and I got enough for a whole night! Now what do I mix it with and how long does it take to start working?"