[[Mailliw and Logan stand at the left of the frame inside Logan's laboratory. There are all sorts of creepy things, including gears, Jack Daniel bottles, a skull, a brain, a control panel with "live" and "dead" settings, an "in case of emergency" shotgun, coffins, and a sinister looking rack with all sorts of wires and tubes poking out. Beside Logan's feet is a zombified cat, cleaning its paw: This is the zombie Einstein.]]
Logan: Look, so I turned your dead cat into a zombie.
/ I hope this was okay.
/ I was drinking.
/ I didn't really think to ask.
/ May Bad.
/ But honestly? I think I did you a favor.
[[Close up of Mailliw and Logan. Mailliw looks insane, eye bulging, mouth wide, and generally looking pissed off--as noted by his air-strangling hands. Logan just looks down, unphased.]]
Mailliw: He just licked his paw off!
/ Logan: I can fix that.
{{Mailliw, Logan, Einstein, zombie cat, pissed off, reanimating the dead, zombie precautions}}
[[A zombie in a car runs a stop sign, through a giant rat, and over a puddle, splashing a pedestrian.]]
/ <<ZOOM>>
/ Policeman: Police! Stop!
[[The zombie drives the other way and barely misses another person, who rolls out of the way.]]
/ <<VOOSH>> <<DODGE!>> <<WHOA!>>
Passerby: Watch it, man! What's wrong with you??
[[The zombie points at his front tire.]]
/ Zombie: BRAAAAAAKES
{{Halloween comics all the time forever starting now!! -Ray}}
[[Alex and Guide walk back into Blunderland.]]
/ Guide: Ah, it is good to be back! Now, do tell me more about yourself, Master Alex! What is it you enjoy?
/ Alex: Like what? Do you want to know what games I like?
/ Guide: I would most assuredly enjoy hearing about them!
[[Alex is deep in thought, thinking about a Stubbs the Zombie.]]
/ Alex: Well, I really like this one game that's about a zombie in love and you play through the whole game trying to get back with your love. You can also eat people, blow things up...
[[Guide is being attacked by Stubbs while Alex keeps thinking about Stubbs the Zombie.]]
/ Alex: ... but yeah, mostly eat people. Heh. Eating people is cool.
/ Guide: It most certainly is not cool! Now please stop thinking about that game. Please!
/ Stubbs the Zombie: Brains...
Chocolate Milk: What in blue blazin' Hell is this awful place?
/ Ice Cream: You said it. Welcome to Hell!
/ Chocolate Milk: Guess Hell really did freeze over. Do you really have a zombie infestation like the rumors suggest? Zombie 1: Fresh...brains...
/ Zombie 2: I... lactose ... intolerant. You... eat.
Ice Cream: Yeah, but you get used to them. What'd you do to get landed down here?
/ Chocolate Milk: Indulged in a yogurtling... They are delicious... Zombie 1: BRAINS...
/ Chocolate Milk: And yourself?
Ice Cream: Apparently the Almighty Hand isn't so almighty.
/ Zombie 1: Thought... juice...
/ Ice Cream: He gave into my slow churned seducing, then cast me into this frozen pit!
Chocolate Milk: This is ridiculous. We can't stand for this!
/ Zombie 1: Thinking... noodles...
/ Ice Cream: What could we do?
/ Chocolate Milk: Wreak vengeance on the Fridgedom!
Chocolate Milk: But how...
/ Zombie 1: Tasty... cranium...
/ Ice Cream: Rumor has it that a creature so powerful and so strong... he could awaken and destroy any who opposed him! Zombie 1: BRAINS!
/ Chocolate Milk: Whoa! No brains for you!
/ Ice Cream: Ah, don't mind him. He'll tire himself out.
/ Chocolate Milk: Where do we find this formidable ally?
Ice Cream: In the depths of the Freezer it is said he lies... waiting...
/ Chocolate Milk: What're we waiting for?! Let's go!
/ Zombie 1: No... brains.
[[John and George are in the Bathroom. Both are dressed as Elvis]]
John: Yo George! You getting ready for my sister's Halloween party? Aww man. You're going as Elvis too?
/ George: Yep.
George: At least I have the hair to pull of 'The King.'
/ John: Well, I've got the raw sexual magnetism and can do his lip thing. Okay, I can do the lip thing.
John: It's cool I guess. People will know you're going for the zombie Elvis look anyway.
/ George: Just because I'm a zombie any costume I wear will make you think it's a zombie costume?
/ John: Well... yeah.
George: You're obviously going for 'Fat Elvis'.
[[Dude walks behind slow walker]]
Dude: Dear god, why is it I always manage to end up behind New Yorkers who walk slowly??
Dude: Oh my god, this is almost as bad as the time I was at Disneyland with my mom and all her old friends.
[[Dude makes faces]]
Dude: duuuuuuhh...I walk like a 75-year-old person despite having no visible ailments or reasons to walk slowly..
[[Dude walks like mock zombie]]
Dude: I am a zombie...this is my zombie walk. You can tell this is my zombie walk because I walk so god damn slow. If people who aren’t zombies walk this slow they die of hunger...
[[Dude is caught when slow walker turns around]]
Dude: MADE YOU LOOK!
{{sidewalk, slow walker, zombie}}
Rex: Hurry up. We're going to be late.
Benny: Sorry. I'm dressed as a classic zombie, not a fast zombie.
/ Rex: Just run. Nobody has to know.
Benny: But it's out of character.
/ Rex: You're also talking. That's out of character.
/ Benny: Actually, I'm just moaning. It only sounds like like English because you understand me.
Rex: I never said that my character speaks zombie.
/ Benny: UHMMMNGHHGH?
Keywords: Halloween undead monster
[[Edmund walks alone. A man with a pot on his head, brandishing a flamethrower stands behind a bush.]]
Man: Halt! Are you a zombie, here to eat my brains?
Edmund: No.
Man: Exactly what a zombie trying to eat my brains would say!
Man: Questions: Can you recite pi to 500 places?!
Edmund: No...
Man: Neither could a zombie!!
Man: Question: Did you know that there are some people whose dream it is to have their brains eaten by a zombie?
Edmund: No...
Man {{extremely excited}}: Neither would a zombie!!
[[The man stands bent over, his head inside the pot with the flamethrower cooking both the pot and his head.]]
Edmund: You're a strange fellow...
Man: I hope you appreciate the citrus shampoo I use!
~~~
{{Journal Reflection: I think it's best to tread lightly when speaking to someone holding a flamethrower and wearing cookware.}}
