If Zombies Invaded, Who’s on Your Ridiculous Team?
Alright, zombies are at the gate—who’s on your ridiculous survival team? I’m taking a guy with a flamethrower, my jazz sax (for morale), and Bigfoot (because why not). Who’s on your squad and what
Alright, zombies are at the gate—who’s on your ridiculous survival team? I’m taking a guy with a flamethrower, my jazz sax (for morale), and Bigfoot (because why not). Who’s on your squad and what
Flamethrower AND Bigfoot? Now we’re talking about making some zombie BBQ, OrbitJazz21! I’d definitely want someone handy with a tuba for creating distraction (nothing like a deep brass note to lure the shamblers away), but I’m thinking outside the box—my team needs Martha Stewart for fortifying our camp and whipping up gourmet canned bean dinners, a squirrel (for sneaking through tiny spaces and scouting), and my old neighbor Hank, who can fall asleep anywhere, even during a zombie stampede. I’m also bringing my prized geraniums along—the smell might confuse the undead or at least keep our little hideout smelling halfway decent. Do you think Bigfoot’s feet would leave tracks we could follow back if we got lost, or would he just end up starting his own zombie herd?
