The sign said "Stay away fool". It was posted

The sign said "Stay away fool". It was posted on a crazy little shack that sat way back. Out front was parked a Chrysler - roughly the size of a whale, though what species was

hard to tell. But it was definitely ready to set sail. The shack was a funky little shack. There was huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing

kinda place. Apartment B52. It was big as a whale so when it came up for rent on the Upper East Side, hipster Virgil dialed immediately. The fact that he DIALED probably should

have tipped off his companion, but the grinding subway shrieks had said companion's attention, and it wasn't until the third week that Virgil was awakened by the smell of rotten

flesh. Five of the zombies had been caught in a feeding frenzy on the subway tracks. Meanwhile, the train had come roaring through as it always had, running them over. Their rancid

smell mixed with the thick stink of smoke overtook me, and as I gagged I could only hope that the train would hit them and get rid of a few targets. I was running low on ammo, and

a fresh crop of zombie commuters would be showing up at the train station any minute. I wrestled with the gun, trying to reload it. Just then I heard a scraping noise behind me.

. When the doors opened zombie poured out & I doffed my hat announcing, "I, the Amazing Marvin will make two mechanized rabbits tranform!" and dropped the furry bots into my hat

The robot rabbits began transforming the hat, then my pants, and finally each other, into all manner of bizarre things. Well, I did say they'd transform! Thank you and goodnight!