cousin killed em all,
everyone at the job.
something about that meteor tha---
that landed last weekend. don't interrupt
while I'm in the middle of conspiracy theories.
that's why this meeting is so late. people keep
stopping me in the middle of my rambling monologues.
anyway, I'm on to em now, daddy.
(that's what I call people now; don't
make it weird.)
after we deal with the meteor-rage zombies
we can get started on the reverse vampires.
fingers crossed, girl scout's honor
we can get this done, daddy.