May. 25th, 2005

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Shelley was hungry.
Brains.
It had been a long time since she was - she had eaten now and then, sure, but the undead didn't seem to require nourishment.
Brains. Now.
The most odd thing was that she wasn't really concerned in the least. Even that book which had inexplicably been inside a crate in the office had only made her hungrier.
Hungry so hungry brains now now now...
The thing about golf caddying was - you had to be around people, but it was no distraction. All you could think about was how hungry you were, and wonder why nothing from any vending machines appealed to someone so hungry. Even that cauliflower - it had looked so appealing, but nothing worked.

Brains.

Brainsbrains

Brains?

Brains

BRAINS


Brains.

What? No!
shelley_winters: (insane bloody zombie)
"No Miss Winters, I said, nine iron, not one wood. Can't get the help these days, eh Dave?"
Breathe, I have to breathe. Doesn't help. Have to be calm, why can't I?!
Nine iron... Nine iron... Why should you care? Just bite the top off his head and eat out his yummy brains!

No No"No Shelley! Eating brains is wrong! Super wrong! Unless your teeth were to accidentally fall forward into his head... No! Yes!"

"Mr Percy, you have a bug in your hair! I think it might be a scorpion, or a bio-weapon!!!"


"Get it out!" he shouts. Can't stop myself. No. Oh no... No no no...

Okay!

[OOC: Most (but not all) of this dialogue is taken from Shelley's canon, Scary Go Round by John Allison. Not mine. It is a transcription done purely for continuity purposes.]

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