Lovers lost.
My korean neighbours are very sweet. They spend alot of time playing ping pong in their lounge and by the sounds of it they're rather competitive about it. I could be wrong about that, my Korean is non-existant. My assumption is based purely on the amount of screeching I am privy to, living right across the hall you see.
For the rest Mom cooks up enough garlic to ambush the vampire headquarters of Tableview and take them out instantly with one waft of her pot.
All hopes of taking a vampiric lover have been dashed then Universe.
(I hope you have something even better up your sleeve.)
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
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