So, today I was visiting my friends, and we were all (as usual), starving. We decided to mob to eat some humans.

Here is where the story gets weird: okay, so we see these humans, and they are pretending to be zombies, shambling and moaning and stuff, with this stupid face paint and stuff on.

Me and my friends looked at each other, and Rod whispered loud enough that the fake zombies could here, "Oh my god, someone thought of the same plan we did!" And the rest of us nodded.

The fake zombie father said to us, "Thank god you are here! We haven't eaten in days!"

And I said, "We just found some food!" I said to the fake zombies.

"Where?" The mother replied.

Rod looked at me, and we nodded. He pointed to them, and they tried to run away. We caught up to 'em, and had a nice, sweet meal.