She wore a teeny weeny zombie bikini…. And that was the day I decided to become a zombie hunter. Nah, not really. I thought it just sounded like the beginning of a cool love story.
I must be a zombie too, because that bikini makes my heart skip a beat and suddenly I’m all about the flesh. Brains? Who needs ’em? I didn’t get this far with brains. Oh you mean your brain. Sure, I guess it’s alright. Sure, I dig your brain. It’s why I approached you in the first place. Yeah. Wanted to mention some uh, philosopy and stuff.