I drink beer, but that doesn't make me an alcoholic. Vampire, my ass...
True story: friends and I were out at a park late one night, talking, having fun, you know the deal. Suddenly, there were a bunch of pale, skinny little dipshits dressed head-to-toe in black standing around looking at us.
We ignored them for a while, but they started moving closer. I looked at one and asked, "What the fuck is your deal?" I noticed that they all had their arms crossed over their chests in a sort of X, hands on shoulders.
He did not reply, but moved a little closer. I repeated my earlier interrogative. He says, "We're vampires stalking you."
Huh? I blinked and they moved a little closer.
"What's with the crossed arms?" asked I.
"We're invisible. You can't see us."
He was serious and they all moved a little closer.
"Invisible?" I asked.
"Yes," he says, "we're vampires."
"You really ought to take your game somewhere else," I cautioned.
One of them then tried to grab a friend of mine and the carnage began. They all "attacked" at about the same time, so we stomped all of their asses into the ground at about the same time, after which the "speaker" seemed puzzled.
He asked, "How did you do that?"
Equally puzzled, I helped him to his feet and asked, "Do what?"
"Beat us."
"Oh that. Easy," I said. "You're not really a vampire and we don't play your silly game, dipshit."
They departed. Pinheads.