BONUS!!!!
Three zombies in nice pressed suits with earpieces lumber into a room where Anderson is sitting alone, handcuffed to a desk.
One of them, carrying a three ringed binder, slaps it on the table aggressively...
"Grawrr Rawg Grawwrga Grawarsga Grawa Migwer AnGwrawrson."
Opening it he shows Mister Anderson several pictures of various cartoony depictions of brains, including one mess of pink lines that was likely handdrawn by the zombies themselves, and resembled a tangled knot of pink spaghetti.
Mr. Anderson remains silent.
"Grwe Graw Grwe Grawvvvvv Grwrnnnnnmmm Graw grwarwa Grerroriss gwre Gruswist..."
Still. Silence from the interogatee....
"Grawre Growrt, Gra Grib Rougr gra Grimmmgrew..."
The one talking holds up its middle finger...
"Grawnnnn Grwe Grib mmmmerrrr Grewr GrrRRBRAAAIiiiNSsssVVvGGRR"
All the zombies suddenly lunge forward and hold him down...
"Grwe Griwrrr rewr raaaaws Grat grewew mmmerd Grewr Graaaw Migwer AnGwrawrson,"
And all the zombies start eating at his stomach and he wakes up!
Clutching his midsection in fear... It's okay... it was just a dream... or did he just wake up to the dream??