zobologist was testing the hypothesis that

zobologist was testing the hypothesis that zombies just needed to wake up & smell the coffee. Needless to say he was suprised when the diner chairs filled up with headless zombies!

"They're good tippers too!" Katie, my favorite waitress, told me as she sailed passed to refill the zombies' coffee cups. Interesting. As a zombologist, I was fascinated by how

normal they seemed.Outside of their putrid grey flesh & rotting stench,the zombies were like everyone else.I sat at the lunchcounter watching them & eating pie when 1 approached me

. It shambled up with a stack of pamphlets and solicited my time for a 90 minute presentation on residential solar panels. I took a pamphlet but wasn't ever going to call.

But then... selling solar panels door to door is tough. Was I being harsh? I dialled. "Do you want to talk?" I said. "I'm here for you. Just let it all out. Take all the time you

need." Of course I meant it sarcastly, like hurry up mush melon I have a life to live to. To my utter shock the solar panel salesman said, "

The pixels in the solar panel are blessed by the Shark Queen and beware of their bite!" I declined, saying I would have to look at my budget first. The salesman imploded and left.

I tried at another stall for some more scientific tools but had no luck. I thought to myself, I have to invent the new machine or else I

am stuck with the old machine! It was then that I happened upon a stall that seemed to have suddenly arrived from a future time. "We have the parts you need," said a robotic voice.