The zombie war didn’t leave me crazy, Kid.
I was trapped, dinner for Zs. Then they bungeed in on underwear elastic. Zippin’ around in pointy red hats, swingin’ scalpel swords, severin’ spinal nerves at the neck.
Gnomes droppin’ Zack!
Tiny guys. Big damn heroes.
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