Not His Type

“I vill suck your blood!”

“You can’t even reach my neck,” she sighs.

He waves his fingers. “Vee-ooo! Vee-ooo! I’ve mesmerized you!”

“No, you haven’t.”

“I’m a vampire!”

“You’re a delusional goblin.”

“A VAMPIRE goblin!”

“You mean—”

“Yes! A Hemo-Goblin!


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