*concrete mixer shredding zombie* What now? Oh too late. Say what's this grinding device it was dragging--AAAAGH! crap! My hand! The skin on the back of my hand! MEDIC!
Go deliver that garlic mushroom pizza to The Count's house on sesame street.
We'll murder them all, amid laughter and merriment...except for the few we take home to experiment!
"I cant see S***! --YOU GO TO HELL!" --Tourettes guy