Archie the immortal

It was a dark and stormy night. "Big woop," thought Archie, the centuries old immortal. Archie walked from the fridge, carrying the vanilla creamer across the tastefully decorated kitchen of his modern home nestled in the countryside of England. He poured a teaspoon of creamer in his cup of steamy soul chai, and stirred it until it stopped screaming and the creamer was well mixed. "Being undead just isn't what it used to be,"he thought wistfully to himself. He absent mindedly wiped a little soul residue on his soft flannel pajama bottoms and trudged into the living room, chai in hand. He sat down on his soft leather arm chair and picked up the remote. His favorite show would be on soon.