T h e B a t h r o o m
T h e B a t h r o o m
"I need to pee," Jose said.
"Don't tell the world, just go for it," Sue replies. Jose breaks away from the group and opens a blue door and finds himself in a small bathroom.
A zombie in an old tub gives up a startled scream.
"Damn, you scared me," the zombie yells.
"Sorry," Jose replied timidly.
"No problem. As you can see, you caught me in the middle of my bubble bath. Say, tell me what's your name young man?"
"Jose."
"Nice to meet you, my name is Bernice." She extends her dead hand in friendship, but Jose backs away. Don't worry dear, I'm not going to eat you. To be honest I really don't like Mexican food, I'm mostly a consumer of French and Italian cuisine."
"Well, you seem like a nice lady," Jose said, as he puts his hand on the door knob.
"If you're thinking of leaving, don't bother, we've locked the door from the other side. But like I said before, I won't hurt you. Most people think zombies are flesh eating ghouls with an insatiable appetite to eat human flesh, but that's just a stereotype. We're actually just regular folk living ordinary lives. For God sakes, I'm taking a bubble-bath, what's more ordinary than that?
"Now, let me tell you a little about my life..." As Bernice rambles on, poor Jose doesn't see that hungry zombie clinging to the celling just above him
Now things are getting ridiculous, a zombie taking a bubble bath. I've never heard of such rubbish. And why the hell is Bernice in the tub with her cloths on? Is she so modist that she can't bath nude like any normal zombie?
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