We are cool, Little Hawwk, because we are dead!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

We walk the Night, we are the Brothers and Sisters of the Night and of all that are abroad during the Night. Your puny attempts to stop us always fail and are laughable in their idiocy.

Your garlic only adds a bit of spice to the taste of your blood!
Crucifixes are something upon which we hang our cloaks! Your sharpened stakes but tickle and our "screams" are our laughter! We do not fear sunlight, but rarely see it as we are of the Night.

We are the Undead, we who walk the Night, licking and sucking in your Life Force and then, when you are dry, we discard you like the husk you are and seek out new Sources.

You know us, you have had communication with us. You know us by such names as Inland Revenue and the Internal Revenue Service.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!