Okay.

So I had to write this down, just to get it straight in my mind, yeah. Seems like Gerald, the guy we hacked to pieces in our garden, had been to some kind of orgy organized by this Harry guy.

Gerald comes back from the party, higher than a kite, smiling wider than the Niagara falls and talking about these two chicks he’d met who had blue spotted skin.

He’d dropped dead two days later, still smiling.

Then, this same guy Harry, crashes a radioactive solar party into the pacific, and the cosmic rays, supposedly, brought Gerald’s body back to life.

Except Gerald, aside from being a ravening horrendous zombie, had a keen yearning for carrots. Turns out it was the carrots in our garden he was lumbering after, not us. Though Peter, Gerald’s brother and our defense attorney, told us to forget that bit. After all, being murdered for carrot stealing was a bit steep.

Not that it was a murder, as he said, but more of a pruning, really. Like, cutting the dead heads off the roses – I think he said.