My neighbor is a very old German vampire. His English isn't so good, so he's always calling me over to explain things to him.
Tonight, it's the news that's confusing him.
"What is this NO BLOOD FOR OIL signs they carry?" he says, pointing at a war protest on the screen.
"They think this war is not worth the lives of the soldiers fighting it," I said. "And they think it's being fought for cheap oil."
"Ah," said the vampire. "I agree. Less blood for oil, more blood for Count Victor."
He smiles, coughs, and goes back to watching golf.