I loved being a zombie. And if you mess up the dance steps, who cares? You're a zombie! Just twitch for a bit. After all, zombies don't think about dance, they think about brains. BRAAAAIIIIINNNNNSSSS.
It was also awesome being on the subway and seeing all the zombies heading home from the zombie march. There was an awesome Kiss zombie with "GLAM IS DEAD" written on his shirt in blood, and an excellent nurse with green skin. Someone on my streetcar would periodically shout, "Knock knock, who's there?" and all the zombies would cry, "braaaaaiiiiiins!"
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