One day there's a message on the fridge saying I KNOW WHAT YOU DID
meanwhile my shin has fallen off AM I THE ZOMBIE
it's all good until your tentacles wither and
your prehensile tail becomes sentient
Yeah sure there are things I don't understand
my million year old brain isn't built for revelations
concerning parallel universes, reincarnation
and the simulation hypothesis
- I don't even understand Severance ha ha! -
My lack of faith is disturbing, even unto me -
'Faith was a lovely lady actually, we worked on the
Recommendations programme...' - he's drifting
now, pull him back - but shinless or not
he's the best, simply the best zombloy (sic) we've got
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