"Put the bazooka down nice and slow, Mr.

"Put the bazooka down nice and slow, Mr. Zombie." Zombie Bob didn't seem to have hear because he continued to

use the bazooka as a backscratcher. Is that zombie nuts? What if he accidentally pulls the trigger? "Just take it easy, Bob," I said soothingly. However,

Bob had already started to crack. The zombie went nuts and the bazooka blew a hole in the wall. It startled Bob so badly, he bolted blindly for the exit.

It was now a bigger exit than before so slow moving zombie couldn't cover it all. Imagine a really bad goaltender whose hand falls off trying to stop the ball slash Bob & you get

nauseous. But picture a running back slash Bob ramming his head thru a zombie's stomach so it emerges from the other side and he exits the place sporting a 'zombie necklace'- cool!

It was cool. So cool in fact it started a wearable monster trend. Think: vampire biting your neck, with his or her body playfully wrapped around your shoulders for a vamp scarf! Or

Ladyhawk squawking while waiting for her lover, so loudly she woke the neighbours up. The noise police were called but couldn't do anything because she was not human. Thankfully,

precisely 10:04pm he made his move. Time slowed to a crawl, Ladyhawk's eyes widened, her lover's mouth opened in a gasp. Before they could move, he had passed the point of

return. Suddenly, Agent Michael Scarn lept into view. "You can close that beak, Ladyhawk. I'm bringing you in", Michael Scarn shouted. Ladyhawk's identity theft days were over.