Literature
Dinner's on the Table and Everyone's Alive
“Dude, I’m hungryyyyyy,” Vampire Jack wailed, jamming his foot into Demon Jack’s face. The latter sputtered, swatting the dirt-covered foot away, only to have it smoosh into his face again.
DJ held a pillow up as a shield. “What the hell do you want me to do about it?”
Vampire brought his arm up to cover his eyes dramatically. “Make me dinner, peasant!”
“I can’t cook, go do it yourself!”
“But I’m currently indisposed! I’m helpless!”
“So am I! You’re just gonna have to wait!”
They were telling the truth, sort of, seeing as t