Praying Zombie Hands
Praying Zombie Hands! Dear God, thank you for this bounty of brains on my plate. Thank you for making me a rotting undead corpse who shuffles more than walks. Thank you for making all living humans fear me, even though I get my brains from the local research laboratory. Thank you for those people who shot at my head today and missed.

Could you please moisturize me a little though? My skin is really peeling off lately. Not that I question your wisdom. And please keep me safe guys with shotguns. I can only move so fast, cuz I’m friggin’ undead here. Also, yesterday my pee-pee dried up and fell off. Anyway I could grow another?