Yeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.

They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.

If I had bodily functions, I think I would have peed my pants.

You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood" ~Violence(Maddox)

The best way to spell victory? K-I-L-L.

I'm not crazy and we're not alone. I told them, but the only two people who ever believed me were the schizophrenic abducted by aliens and his invisible friend. I told them!

Not fat, just not anorexic. She's soft in all the right places.