She gave her last scrap of food (chicken bone with bits of meat still left on it) to the fifty-sixth gnome she came across, who let her pass.
And then the fifty-seventh gnome blocked her way.
So she punched him in the face and hurried on.
No more gnomes appeared.
The Vampire sat with his friend Jake, the Last Man on Earth.
“I’m so hungry,” said the Vampire.
“So, just eat something.”
“Only human flesh will do, but if I eat you, I won’t have a friend to talk to anymore.”
“You can’t have your Jake and eat him, too.”
“All jokes are finite (all have punchlines.) Naturally, the longest joke must also be finite.”
“Consequently, there’s a finite number of character arrangements that can form a joke.”
“Ergo, there’s a finite number of jokes.”
“What happens if we tell the last joke?”
“I think we just did.”