I forgot about Bob, my:

Hi-yaa, yarrr, braaaaains, bleep
Schizophrenic familiar
Four bastards in one



Not only can he kick velocizombie ass, but he makes toast!

I like toast! I shall call him Tim.

I will trot out to the dessert with a merry band of hedonists where we'll take over an abandoned resort and hot-spring to set up our artist collective and dance hall. We'll have a strict door policy - No Zombies - though on certain slow nights we might let a few in and play a few tracks from Thriller just to watch them line dance.

I'll just head to the shed and grab the lawnmower.

Oh THAT Bob. I thought you meant you battery operated boyfriend.

Sounds good. After the Trader Joe's runs out of food we may be in a bit of a pickle.

Pfft - Zombies don't shop at Trader Joes

Didn't everyone buy an emergency kit after Katrina? We should be set, right?

Are they good against zombies?

No, I figured that the odds of a hurricane hitting Dublin, California, are slim.

Plus, there aren't a lot of black people here in town so I all figure we'd get help in a reasonable amount of time should one actually happen.