A zombie mother called her zombie family to dinner. Her teenage zombie sons immediately began chanting, “Brains! Brains!” and while shambling toward the morgue slab they fought over who could eat the most brains.
The youngest zombie child, lagging behind, finally came to the slab and, upon looking at the meal, complained, “Awww, not leftover Marcel Marceau again!”
The zombie mother said sternly, “Now, Junior, there are starving zombie children in Africa who would give their left arm to have such a fine meal.”
The zombie father added sagely, “And, you know, a mime is a terrible thing to waste.”
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