“I just saw a werewolf bite a zombie.”
“What did you say?”
“Outside, just now. Werewolf bit a zombie.”
“Right.”
“Seriously.”
“How do you know it was a werewolf?”
“Well, there’s a full moon out tonight. He was covered in hair, looked like Chewbacca. Big pointy teeth. Claws. Standing upright. Definitely not a bear, dog, wolf, or wookiee.”
“And he bit a…zombie?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you know it was a zombie?”
“Rotting flesh, stench of the grave, shuffling feet, head tilted on shoulder. Come on! I can identify zombies. Werewolves too.”
“Jesus. What does a zombie turn into when it gets bitten by a werewolf?”
“Dunno.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter, there’s probably not much left of the zombie by now anyway…”
“Sure there is.”
“What do you mean? You said a werewolf was eating a zombie.”
“No, I said a werewolf bit a zombie.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, obviously zombies must not taste very good. The werewolf spat out the bite.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“It sure is. Want to see it?”
“No. Not really.”
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