text: Fuck it. It's none of your business what secrets they pass, right? Just because you're invisible doesn't mean you have to be a nosey bastard.
  
  You make your way back to the table where Wolfman is just sitting down beside the Frankensteins, wondering not for the first time why the government never thought to make you a secret spy agent. They trusted that fucking incredible Mr. Limpit guy! He was a fish, for Christ's sake! A fish! Why the hell didn't they consider an invisible man for the job? But alas, you come to the realisation that the government is stupid and ignores opportunities all the time.
  
  You reach the table lay a hand on Wolfman's shoulder. "Hey, Wolfman," you say.
  
  Wolfman damn near jumps out of his seat. "Jesus Christ, Invisible! Don't fucking do that to me!!"
  
  "Sorry," you say. It seems you always have to apologize for being invisible. It's not like you asked to be invisible. Damn it, that pisses you off.
  
  "Get me a beer, would you?" You ask.
  
  "Get it your damn self." He replies.
  
  "You know they won't serve me." You tell him.
  
  He sighs and stands up. "All right," he says, "But you're buying me one too."
  
  "Fine," you say, slapping a five into his open palm.
  
  As the Wolfman walks up to the bar you hear the Creature from the Black Lagoon laughing loudly and uncontrollably beside Dracula who only shakes his head. They make their way back to the table just as a group of four blonde headed children enter and make their way to the bar.
  
  > Go find out what these kids are doing here.
  You make your way over to the bar where the four blond children are attempting to order some mixed drinks.
  
  "I'm sorry," the bartender says to them, shaking his head, "I just can't serve you guys. You're too young."
  
  You watch in horror as the children's eyes begin to glow and they stare at the man intently together. The bartender clutches at the sides of his skull and falls to the ground writhing in pain and screaming until his voice goes hoarse.
  
  Eventually they stop and the man gets back to his feet to get them their drinks, looking over his shoulder at them fearfully. It takes a minute but you recognize them. They were one of the few silver screen movie monster stars that Abbot and Costello didn't ask to do a film with, and for obvious reasons. They were the children of the Damned. Hollywood did them one up by hiring a new bunch of actors/actresses to do their roles. You imagine they were rather upset by this.
  
  "Hey kids!" You say. They turn in your direction as one. God damn it, if they weren't an eerie bunch. And that says allot considering that you hang out with Dracula and the Wolfman on a semi-regular basis.
  
  "Invisible man-," One of them begins.
  
  "So good to see you." A second answers.
  
  "You are doing well, we hope?" A third asks.
  
  "Yeah," you reply, "I'm all right. You can see me?" You ask.
  
  "It is-" one of them begins to answer.
  
  "An expression." Another finishes.
  
  Talking to them has always been a bit uncomfortable. "Okay," You say, "See you later." You leave their company and head back to the table.
  
  "Those kids are fucking weird." You say under your breath to the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
  
  "Don't say that too loud, Invisible. I am sure they would take great pleasure in bringing you to your knees." He replies.
  
  "I'll just hide, dude." You say. "Hiding is easy when you're invisible."
  
  "I would imagine so." The Creature from the Black Lagoon responds.
  
  The Wolfman comes back with your drink which he sets on the table. "Invisible!" He yells a little. "Your drink is here."
  
  You thank him, which startles him a bit, and lift your pint glass, sipping some of the foam from the top.
  
  "Those damned Village of the Damned kids are here." Wolfman says in a low growl. "I can't fucking stand them."
  
  "They got in? Vhat kind of a bar lets minors in?" Dracula says, a little shocked.
  
  "You think that's bad?" Mrs. Frankenstein says, pointing to the door. "Look who else just showed up."
  
  You look in the direction she indicated and see your least favorite star of the silver screen monster era.
  
  "Great," You say aloud, "The Blob."
  
  "Ah, the blob ain't so bad." Dracula says.
  
  You're kidding, right?!" You say, "The Blob sucks balls. He just sits there! He doesn't say anything or do anything. He's just there... Consuming shit and taking up space. I fucking hate the blob. He ruins everything."
  
  You can't count the amount of parties that had to end early because of the Blob and his stupid presence.
  
  You're tempted to leave right now so that you don't have to interact with that stupid fucking shapeless mass. In fact, that doesn't seem like a bad idea at all. You look to the door and realize that once the Blob moves his fat, gooey ass out from in front of the door, you can easily leave. It's almost not worth hanging around if the Children of the Damned and the Blob are going to be here. You look to the bar and see that the Children of the Damned are making their way over to the table.
  
  Are you going to stick around for this bullshit?
  
  > Hell no! Drink the rest of your ale and get the fuck out of there! Fuck these guys.
  Fucking Village of the Damned kids and that stupid fucking worthless Blob. They ruin everything. Always have.
  
  You take your Newcastle's down in four quick gulps and wish your monster friends well.
  
  "Vhat?!" Dracula says, "You're leaving so soon?"
  
  "Yeah," You reply, "I'm not hanging around with a shapeless mass and a bunch of kids."
  
  "Very vell." Dracula says, "It was nice seeing... er... talking to you again."
  
  "Same here." You say. "See y'all later."
  
  They all wave and say goodbye and you storm off for the door, slipping past the outer edge of the Blob.
  
  The night air hits your face. It is a little chillier than when you first arrived at the bar, and your breath comes out in a fog.
  
  You walk the streets alone, ranting internally about the aggravation you are experiencing by the arrival of such lame silver screen movie stars to a true movie legends reunion party.
  
  It's not that the Village of the Damned movie wasn't awesome and eerie; it's just always bothered you that the kids were exactly the same in real life. There was absolutely no acting on their part. They just stood there and let their eyes glow and fucked with the other actors' heads. Dracula was acting when he was all scary on screen. Same thing with the Wolfman, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Frankenstein. They were actors. Talented too. They didn't just stand around with British accents and give out migraine headaches with glowing eyes to get whatever they wanted.
  
  You were a hell of an actor too. You were all invisible... and... Okay, so maybe it bothers you a little that these fucking kids were always scarier than you. What the fuck, they're kids! You wish you could give people migraine headaches by looking into their eyes. Of course your "victims" would never be able to see your eyes because you're invisible. How the fuck is something that can't be seen supposed to be frightening, anyway?!
  
  Fuck those stupid kids! Fuck them right up their British asses! Or is it arses?
  
  Another thing that's bothering you about those kids, now that you think about it, is that they haven't aged a bit. They're still kids. How the fuck does that happen?
  
  And then there's the Blob. That thing is a fucking loser. It's just... there. It doesn't do anything. One time someone passed it a joint and it just absorbed it. No one ever got that pot back, ever. The Blob is a shapeless, formless, greedy, bogarting, mother fucking, bastard.
  
  You hate the Blob. And its movie sucked too.
  
  The reunion was going so well too. Then those stupid creepy fucking alien kids had to show up.
  
  Fuck them, you think as you open the door to the hotel lobby. It wasn't easy getting a room in this hotel, and it sure as hell wasn't easy getting plane tickets. You did all this for a fucking reunion that was ruined in mere seconds by a squadron of half breed alien bastard children and a shapeless mass of blob. Damn them all!
  
  You lye awake long into the night and think about how shitty the reunion turned so quickly.
  
  You find that you cannot fall asleep, and absolute boredom sets in. You pick up the phone and call the front desk. You order the adult channel and turn on the TV.
  
  You pull at your invisible cock as you watch visible girls suck visible cock. How you wish you could see your cock in a womans mouth, but it will never happen because you are invisible.
  
  When your invisible cum spurts out you find that you are crying. You wipe at the tears and accidentally rub semen into your eye. It fucking burns.
  
  Eventually your tears put you to sleep.