Well, not much more to say to introduce myself. You've read my story of how I became a zombie. I don't blame Stan, really. He doesn't want anyone to know this, but he's going bald. Yeah, that's right. A monkey going bald. A young one, at that. Tsk. Well, then, it's only fair that his best friend is a zombie. He's already thinking of ways to use me to get to the Barbies. Here's his latest idea: I'm supposed to lurch over to the gaggle of Barbies, drooling and saying, "Aagh. Brains." He thinks they'll go running to him to protect them. I'm not so sure. That smoking jacket may be hot, but it isn't exactly...manly.
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