A Horror of MannersZombie: Excuse me, sir, but I have a desire to feast upon your tender brains.A Horror of Manners12 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Victor: I say, that is quite the unorthodox request.
Zombie: Quite. But as you can see, I am undead-
Zombie: -And as a member of the non-living, it is imperative for me to sate my thirst for the blood of the innocent.
Victor: I must say, I do not approve of this.
Zombie: Just doing me job, sir.
Victor: I say, constable!
Constable: How may I be of assistance, sir?
Victor: This decomposing rogue wishes to feast upon my brains.
Constable: By Jove, we can't be having that, now can we?
Zombie: It is but my nature, constable.
Constable: Do you have a license?
Zombie: I appear to have left it in my alternate pair of pantaloons.
Constable: Don't they all, what. Come along, now, without a fuss if you fancy.