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"... Don't you ever change your clothes?" I asked, weakly.

"Horrible! What kind of horrible things are you implying!" she said, lowering the leg she used to kick the man before pushing her glasses up. "I will have you know I aspire to be a generic character! Generic characters don't change their clothes!"

"Isn't that exactly what I was saying?!!"

"I just happen to have a lot of clothes that look exactly the same!" she said, pumping her chest.

"Why didn't you say it first?! And why are you proud of this?!"

"Hm? Angry? Are you angry? Why? I haven't even done anything yet."

"I am not!!!"

*groan*

I looked to my left. The burglar was still on the floor, forgotten. He groaned, blood coming from his mouth as he tried to get up. 

"Oh my, oh my, how impolite of us!" exclaimed the vampire girl. "I am so very sorry, Mr. Burglar! It seems I broke two or three of your ribs. It must hurt, right?"