I promise not to eat yer guts.

I'll tell ya what it is.

It ain't the fact that, after watching the newfangled version of Dawn Of The Dead (which rocks, despite what any of you purists might think, Romero TOTALLY blew it on his last attempt anyway, despite the awesome presence of Alan Van Sprang as a zombie, but anyway...), the Crazy Lady started talking about having a zombie baby with me.

It's the fact that she wanted to have a zombie baby, because then it'd be okay to keep it in a cage.

Man, I don't know whether to be frightened or turned on.

(We're just kidding neither of us wanna have a baby because we can barely take care of ourselves if we had a baby it'd probly end up like that wild kid from The Road Warrior.


And nobody deserves to have to look like that.)