"Alright, fine, but what do you think I'm going to do? Poke him with a stick because he's Dracula?" Gabby demanded. Jesus Christ on a bicycle! No, poking with a stick was clearly reserved for other residents here. "I won't talk to him. I'm just saying that if you're familiar with the 'fable,' then you know where the weak spots are." But running away and screaming in terror, sure Joanie, that worked too.
Friends? How cute. If Joanie made friends, then there was hope for everyone! "Well, no, I suppose you couldn't," she replied in earnest.