Pull our finger...

When monsters get together, they can't help but to pick on those smaller and/or weaker than themselves. 

Go ahead, just give it a little tug...

Here's one thing - both of these guys are undead - one raised through the 'miracle' of science and lightning (or something like that) and the other who is dead, but still rises with the setting sun...but do you ever wonder what kind of smells these fellas are producing?  Such as - Frankenstein's monster is made up of rotting corpses that were brought back to life, shouldn't he still smell like rotting (or past tense, rotted) flesh?  And a vampire, who sleeps in a coffin (presumably the one he died in?) every night for eternity...shouldn't he be getting a little rank at some point? 

I think pulling their fingers is the least of one's worries...