That's one small step for Zombie.
And one giant leap for Zombiekind. Blah, blah, blah.
Now, how about a bedtime story?
A bedtime story?
You mustn't be afraid.
But we are Zombies.
The live in the dirt Zombies?
No, that's only in the movies.
We live at the hotel. Everyone there is a Zombie too.
Except Dame Fedora, she's a ghost.
Wow, Zombies! Real Zombies!
The living dead charter, clearly stipulates that a human can only become a Zombie, if he or she is cursed by the netherworld.
Black magic punishment, Carpathian revenge, offending the devil of the forth circle.
[In a bored sing-song voice] The choo-choo train goes round and round... round and round... round and round