Apr 11, 2007 17:14
As soon as he strolled in, Jarod was confronted by two zombies who presented him with their arms and complained that the new guy had put the wrong arms on the wrong zombies. Or, they didn't really complain so much as they grunted at great length and in different speaking pitches accompanied by the angry waving of arms, but Jarod got the point.
So, one roll of duct tape (and a sharpie marker labeling the appropriate forearms with a black L and R for the future) later, the zombies were playing some classic rhythm and blues and Jarod was searching online for something nice to get Jaye for Saturday.
caritas