How’s zombie rat?“He’s living it up while I deliberate.
I’ve only one dose of tainted Utopium left, so this is my last shot at cracking zombiism.
I taught him a trick.
See, when I raise my hand like so and say, “Prance, zombie”, he sort of rears up on his little hind legs and prances about.” Really?
“Yeah.. I also taught him to declaim Hamlet soliloquies.
He holds a tiny skull, it’s quite something.
We’re doing Fallon tomorrow.”