Scott Gilmore: I need your braaaaaaaaiiiiii- wait... no. Scratch that. What I meant to say is I need your e-mail address. Not brains. E-mail. You're sweet, sweet, nourishing e-mail addresss. Who said anything about brains? Are you accusing me of something? That's absurd! I'm no zombie, if that's what you're trying to say. Hell, I wouldn't eat your brains if they were sitting right in front of me, that's how much I'm Not a zombie.
So get any zombie-related thoughts out of your head. And your brain. Your delicious, delicious, brain-meats.
Braaaaaiiiiiinnnnnns!!!!1!!!!!!1!!111!!!!!!!

Ahem

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