I buried Disco at crossroads with a stake through it’d heart. But, did you make absolutely sure it was dead? These things have a way of coming back to life, you know.......maybe there's time to go back and pump a few silver bullets into it?
Silver bullets have no effect on Disco. One of my worse memories I sometimes relive in nightmares involves a sweaty, fat, short guy, his shirt open to his navel to reveal a silver bullet hanging from a chain around his neck and resting on the lawn on his chest while gyrating to the most horrendous noises.
I need a drink.