Dinner died a long time ago

“So what do we do now?”
“I don’t know, throw it out!”
“I can’t, look at it, it’s coming toward me with it’s teeth bared.”
SO?? Do something!”
“What am I supposed to do? You’re the one who bought a zombie rabbit!”
“Well how was I going to know! Just kill it, throw it out, I don’t care just get it out of here!”
“Why don’t we just get out of here? I’m not going to touch that thing, not since it keeps coming towards me, dragging itself across the floor—”
“Just stop! Fine then let’s get out of here before it gets to us!”
“Oh, God, look now it’s standing up! Why don’t you kick it out the door?!”
“I’m not going to touch that damn thing!”
“Oh, great, it isn’t moving anymore.”
“Really? Then hurry up and skin it so we can cook it for the people! Hurry before everyone knows what we’re doing!”
“Alright if you say so. Let’s just hope that no one becomes zombies after they eat it.”

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