Whoa, look at me: I’m a handsome vampire. I change into a bat and fly through heaven. Now look at my fangs: grr! biting your neck. I suck all your blood out and leave you bone-dry. Then, when I’m tired, I go to sleep in my coffin. Do not approach me with the sign of the cross — that tops the list of things I hate. I also dislike the flavor of garlic.
I already mentioned that the reason my fangs are so pointy is to pierce your flesh. Your lifeblood is the fuel for my vehicle. I’m neither technically living nor deceased, but rather in an intermediate state known as undead. That’s why I roam around town till the moon goes down. I can’t stand sunlight.
Now I’ll re-transmogrify and spend some time gliding about in bat-form.
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