Pirate # b. My name isnâ€™t â€œBrianâ€, youâ€™ve got the wrong pirate!
The zombie cowboy is impervious to your bellowing outrage, and starts wiggling about in order to bring its mouth and your toes in happy biting range. You draw your pistol â€“ aye, it’s a fine morning for shootings â€“ and fire it into the zombie’s right eye. It makes a satisfying ‘spock!’ sound and splurges […]