% My love for you is like a train, BerZurker.
Would you like to eat my brain, BerZurker. %
As a zombie, perhaps you could answer the burning question: what happens when you cannot lay your putrescent mitts upon brains? I mean, you would starve, yes, but, what, starve forever and ever?
There’s always soy brains. But I’d probably take the starving.