He had all the humor of a dead turtle, so naturally, the entire bar was filled with laughter. "And then, and then, my reflection just said, 'I've had it up to here,' and walked out on me." A wave of growls, howls, hoots, and cackles erupted from the patrons surrounding his stool. "So that's why they think we all don't have reflections."
"It's all your fault, man. I've been dealing with that stereotype for centuries because of you." His friend laughed.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." He chuckled.
"'Ey, you know what's a better story?" The bartender asked. "Ask Tony where everyone got the idea that Zombies eat brains!"
Tony groaned. "Oh lord! One college prank gone wrong and suddenly a whole species is considered to be crazy for cranium meat!" He shook his head, nearly detaching it. "Anyway. So it all started during the Annual Potions Convention, and we had all had maybe more than a few too many when..."