The zombies are not allowed in the kitchen. They are too slow and they knock over everything. I know they are only trying to be helpful, but there was a hand, an entire hand, floating in my bisque. I did not order Zombie Hand bisque. It tried to strangle me. Mr. Bartholomew thinks he swallowed an eyeball. I want to say that’s mostly on him, but really, he shouldn’t have to worry about eyeballs at dinner. Listen, we can keep some of the more coordinated ones as waiters, but none of them are prepared for the rigors of kitchen work.
Memo Re: Zombie Cooks
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