Hey, Bill.

What’s going down, Feldog?

Last night, this guy, I think he was crazy and homeless or something, he was walking down the block, but really stumbling.

A drunk?

I guess. Yeah and he was grumbling and groaning and shit. I dunno, it was just odd.

Wait… moaning and groaning? Shuffling along?

Yeah, stumbling and shit.

Zombie.

Zombies don’t exist.

Remember that time I hooked you up with that hot green chick?

Hells yeah! Shinbala Gwanese Tikilak?

Yeah, her.

What about her?

That wasn’t make-up.

What? So aliens and zombies? And I was almost attacked by a zombie? Fuck, come on, Shat, don’t try and sell me this shit. Zombies? If there were zombies wouldn’t the whole world be taken over?

Maybe not the whole world. Where did you spend last night?

I did a radio gig, crashed in the booth. Why?

Damn it! I knew it! Nimoy warned me about this! Shit. All right. What we need to do is get some weapons.

You’re… you’re serious, aren’t you, Bill?

Never been more serious, Feldog.

Fuck! All right! I’ve used guns! We can do this!

We’ll save the world, man.

Again.

Again.

Should we get help?

Where’s the fun? Oh wait! I know! HEY! Dustin?

What is it, Bill?

There were some fans of yours outside. I had them wait.

Suh-weeet! I’ll go greet them.

And now we have an excuse to kill him. Oh no, officer, I thought he was undead.

That’s cold as hell, Bill.

But funny.

No doubt.

Anyway, save the world?

And get the chicks.