Providence, Rhode Island
That vampire has seen some serious shit. He has walked through the fire of thousands of terrible puns and there is no going back. He is going to carry those puns for the rest of his (un)life. Thousands of years from now, when all civilization has crumbled and he spends his last moments waiting for the sun to rise over a dead world so that he can finally rest, he’s going to think back to all of these puns.
And he’ll say “That fucking skeleton drove me batty.”