Mme. Creampuff and I have decided that each week we will draw some zombies.
Blare: Hmm... Hey. I'm a zombie. If like, the stitches or skin tone didn't tip you off, the flesh-eating might. I don't know. I'm pretty much mistaken for a crack head half the time. Not sure which is worst.
Huh, you might be wondering how I'm like, talking and stuff. It doesn't make sense to me either, but whatever. Lots of things don't make sense... Like, why the hell are you still listening to me talk? Aren't you afraid I'll like, eat you or something?
Diz:
What's your name?
-Diz.
Exactly what gender are you?
-I don't remember. My frontal lobe is decomposing.
Then how do you remember your name?
-It's written into my underwear. Isn't yours?
Couldn't you check for a gender?
-I guess.
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-...?
Well?
-Well what?
Aren't you going to see what gender you are?
-oh, sorry, I must have forgotten what we were talking about. See, my frontal lobe is decomposing.
Yeah well... Don't you think it might be helpful to know what equipment you've got?
- Hell, I'm a freakin' ZOMBIE. People really don't seem to care if I'm in the wrong bathroom. I figure, hey... someone or other will figure it out, y'know... when it MATTERS.
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-...
You aren't getting any, are you...
- Any what? I can't remember what we were talking about, see, my frontal lobe is decomposing...
ARCHIVE:
The First. (Evil Creampuff)Getting to Know You (Evil Creampuff)And then there were two. (Req)Sannich? (Req)Tossin' around the ol' Viscera! (Req)A Modest Proposal. (Evil Creampuff)A GRAVE misunderstanding. (Evil Creampuff)Blare Rounds Second. (Evil Creampuff) 
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