Mornings am-I-right, they suck, but now imagine it’s a morning and you’re a vampire. I reckon it’d be like waking up hung over everyday for your whole life. Any way, it’s still werewolves over vampires any day of the week.

You brush your teeth in front of the sink, spit into the sink and when you raise your head you see a bat flying around. You pick up a roll of toilet paper and throw it at the bat, the bat rag dolls into the bath tub and a few seconds later there’s a puff of smoke. Ally sits up in the tub, toilet paper hanging off of his head. "Dick," he said annoyed. "You better make that up to me or I’ll have to suck you dry."

He steps out the tub and removes the toilet paper, looking at you impatiently. "Well...I’m waiting." He gets a mischievous look in his eye and materialises a long list of things out of a cloud of smoke. "Maybe you could tick off some items on my list." Ally went on to list various expensive or unattainable items, seriously what does a vampire want with the Declaration of Independence?