DP: I smell dirt. Or potatoes peels.
CB: <sniffs air> It does smell like freshly turned dirt.
DP: Like someones digging a grave?
CB: Or busting out of one.
DP: This is the third time tonight I’ve smelled it. Maybe there’s a serial killer burying bodies out there.
CB: Or the zombies are rising from their graves.
<At which point Chaos Boy walks to the window and loudly declares “Just so you know, I’ve got a gun.”>
DP: I’m more worried about a killer than there being zombies.
CB: If he’s burying them, that means he’s done killing. The zombies are just getting started.
Yep. I slept really well last night. Fucking zombies.