WHAT CAN HE POSSIBLY ADD TO THIS PICTURE?

Since loyal reader(s) know that I'm not into vampires at all.  As I've grown older, I even like my steaks a little more well done.  Pink, even a little red, but no more blood.

So what could I pen, other than agreeing with the statement about friends?

Vampires suck.
Red is my favorite color.
Never have I known or heard of a real life vampire.
I never tasted Count Dracula (ok, I know it's Count Chockula, but same thing) cereal.
The Count on Sesame Street was my second least favorite character.  Grover was number 1 because he never did anything.
I've tasted my own coppery blood when I've had a busted lip or sucked at a fresh wound and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.
Cherneenya is a Polish soup made from duck blood, I believe, and I know the spelling is incorrect, but hey like the Eastern Europeans can spell anyhow.  I mean they throw all kinds of consonants together and just add vowels on a whim or on a guilt pang.  Otherwise, they'd be happy to avoid them completely. And, no, I've never tasted that delicacy.
I never even understood hickies.
I don't like the English use of bloody for a generic curse word.  It's almost like smurf that can be substituted for noun or verb, adverb or adjective.

That's it.  No more blood thoughts.  No more vampire thoughts.  How does vamp come from vampires, I wonder?