“Why wasn’t I born a vampire!” Lamented Resus as he paced the graveyard. you, Cleo and Luke silently stared- you’d heard this time and time again and were running out of ways to comfort him.

“I don’t know why you’re so hung up on it.” You say, rolling your eyes, “we like you as you are. You’re perfect already”

“I’d be perfect if I didn’t have a reflection! If I was pale! If I had real fangs! If I could move at super speed and especially if I could turn into a bat!” He flailed his arms about.