Dracula sat in his castle in Romania thinking about circus folk and wondering if there was something he could do about them. "Oh, why won't they leave me alone?" he asked, "Could it be because I'm so pretty that they feel threatened by me?"
"Oh Dracula," said Lavender Chocar, who just happened to be visiting that weekend and had been eavesdropping on Dracula's conversation with himself, "Perhaps you don't realize this because you have no reflection but you're not exactly the prettiest crayon in the shed."
"What?!" Yelled Dracula.
"Well, you have hairy palms, terrible breath, a long mustache, and teeth that protrude over your lower lip, not to mention the fact that you're an old man!"
"OH! That's not very nice…wait, who are you and what are you doing here?"
"My name is Chocar but most people call me Lavender or Lavender Chocar because I always wear lavender."
Dracula just stared at the tiny young man with the lavender wings and the stylish pantsuit and sighed. "Ok," he said, "Well, how would you like to be an unholy minion of the undead?"
"I don't think I would actually."
"Oh. So…where're you from?"
"England. You?"
"Transylvania."
"Oh, right cause that's where we are…" After this short conversation there was a long, awkward pause. Finally Lavender Chocar said, "Well, I'd better get going." And he left.