If you’re like me (and, boy, I sure am), you know what it means to love something with a passion so, um, passionate that society at large turns away from you faster than Barry Allen giving Jay Garrick a piggyback ride while Wally West huffs helium and sings Mozart’s ‘Queen of Night’ aria. Or something.
At any rate, I suspect that Scaryduck has such a love for zombies (and braaaaainsss).