A Horror of Manners
Zombie: Excuse me, sir, but I have a desire to feast upon your tender brains.
Victor: I say, that is quite the unorthodox request.
Zombie: Quite. But as you can see, I am undead-
Victor: Goodness.
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.
Zombie: I will have to reject your offer, constable.
Constable: Oh dear, you seem to be devouring my flesh.
Zombie: Quite.
Victor: Now see here! I must say I disapprove of your conduct, vagabond. As a respectable member of society, I find the devouring of innocents to be quite a breach of etiquette.
Zombie: I am simply a humble zombie, sir, attempting to make ends meet in a harsh world.
Constable: My word, I have developed quite the craving for brains.
Zombie: Indeed.
Victor: Hear you that? The clock now tolls five, and it is here I must bid ‘good day’ to you, sir, for I have need for a cup of tea and a crumpet.
Zombie: Mayhap we will meet again in due time. Fare you well.
Victor: Cheerio.
Victor: I say, that is quite the unorthodox request.
Zombie: Quite. But as you can see, I am undead-
Victor: Goodness.
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.
Zombie: I will have to reject your offer, constable.
Constable: Oh dear, you seem to be devouring my flesh.
Zombie: Quite.
Victor: Now see here! I must say I disapprove of your conduct, vagabond. As a respectable member of society, I find the devouring of innocents to be quite a breach of etiquette.
Zombie: I am simply a humble zombie, sir, attempting to make ends meet in a harsh world.
Constable: My word, I have developed quite the craving for brains.
Zombie: Indeed.
Victor: Hear you that? The clock now tolls five, and it is here I must bid ‘good day’ to you, sir, for I have need for a cup of tea and a crumpet.
Zombie: Mayhap we will meet again in due time. Fare you well.
Victor: Cheerio.