AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Wait so all this cheddar ISN'T mine!?

No it's mine.

Wait I thought that was food too.

I've been, uh, eating it. I mean it tastes like food.

For my next number, because I need the tips, I will perform a cover of the Red Army Choir. All of them. At once.

You can uh. Have the rest of my cheddar. That was pretty good.

Can we, uh. Can we do poetry sometime? I like that.

Well. Music is a kind of poetry. In a way. I guess.

An updated batch of food, re-drawn and ready to go:



Chocolate shake, coffee or tea, single and packaged doughnuts, fried catfish and fries.

Uh. I have a plan. For getting more customers. I will be the customer. Yes.

Can I order a, uh, some schlop?

I don't know where, uh, Schlopaaku is, but I'm sure we have some somewhere around here. To be honest I'm not really sure there's such a thing as "fresh" schlop so that's fine probably. Uh.

That's okay. Do you uh, want me to make you something? So that, uh, you can be a customer too?

Oh, well, I am kinda hungry, yeah. Could you (and the kitchen golem) maybe throw together some, I dunno, chicken soup? With mashed potatoes? I know it's hot out but it's been months since I had any.

A cheeseburger would make my day.

A huge mountain of a man dressed in black and gold leggings bursts through the door, a blood red cape swirling behind him.
"Quein es el dueño de este restaurante?"
he shouts in a booming voice. A red and black horned mask hides his identity.

Welcome, sir. Please take a seat.

Here's your burger, Marcato!