What do zombies chant at a riot?”

“Grrarphsnarg?” he asked, in a surprisingly well-done bit of mindless zombie imitating.

“No, but that was really good. Disconcertingly good.”

“I was deceased for a time.”

“True. But anyway, the rioters get all riled up, and they chant: ‘What do we want? Brains! When do we want them? Brains!’” I fell into a wave of appropriately boisterous laughter; Ethan seemed less impressed.

“I truly hope the stipend we pay you doesn’t get spent on the development of jokes like that.

Auteur: Chloe Neill

What do zombies chant at a riot?”<br /><br />“Grrarphsnarg?” he asked, in a surprisingly well-done bit of mindless zombie imitating.<br /><br />“No, but that was really good. Disconcertingly good.”<br /><br />“I was deceased for a time.”<br /><br />“True. But anyway, the rioters get all riled up, and they chant: ‘What do we want? Brains! When do we want them? Brains!’” I fell into a wave of appropriately boisterous laughter; Ethan seemed less impressed.<br /><br />“I truly hope the stipend we pay you doesn’t get spent on the development of jokes like that. - Chloe Neill



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