Teeth

Dracula jerked awake and flung his faulty alarm clock across the crypt.  “Late again,” he howled, “The bloom will already be going off my next virgin.”  Dashing to the crypt, he plunged his glistening fangs into his trembling victim’s soft white throat.  His pain was indescribable.  “Oh no,” he moaned.  “Not more root canal work!”