Luckily, we evil anarchists
have already resurrect
ed Daniel Faulkner
! See, here he is now! Ya wanna say anything to the nice Everythingians, Dan?Daniel Faulkner: "Brains!"
, Daniel. We've got ol' Dan hard at work, stalk
ing, eating the brains
of, and zombify
ing other cops
--oh, and Canadian-Australian-Chinese troll
s, too, so DMan
won't feel left out. We've also got Mr. Faulkner
doing a little cooking
and light housework
, 'cause really, he's not very good at stalking cops
. He keeps trip
ping over his own intestines
and dribbling little pieces of--Daniel, please get your ear
out of the soup
, okay?Daniel Faulkner: "Brains!"
Never mind. I've lost most of my appetite
. Anyway, some of you other ambitious young anarchists
may be wondering how to raise a zombie army
of your own. Well, here's the basic formula
: Get yourself a dead Tool of the Man
, lay it out inside a pentagram
the body with Eye of Newt
, Bat's Blood
, and Lik-M-Aid
, and recite the mystical
phrase "Git up, boah! There's vittles on the stove!
" The dead
, being naturally hungry
to the exhortation
s of Southerners
, quickly jump up and start looking for delicious brains
on. Right, Daniel?Daniel Faulkner: "Brains!"
And as it turns out, we've had great success
with other Tools
of the Man
, as well. Ready for dinner
, Mark?Mark Fuhrman: "Brains!"