Until Undeath Do Us Part, Part 53

(Being a big fan of Not Always Romantic, I decide to ask my girlfriend the infamous question.)

Me: “What would you do if I got turned into a zombie?”

Girlfriend: “Hmm… I’d probably cry.”

Me: “That’s probably the most appropriate reaction.”

Girlfriend: “I would pass out and then you would kill me.”

Me: “Maybe, but it wouldn’t be ME killing you, because I’m not really myself.”

Girlfriend: “But I’d still die.”

Me: “Well, you could turn into a zombie and we could be zombies together.”

Girlfriend: “But people would try to kill us.”

Me: “Okay, we could build a secret hideout and live in gay zombie exile.”

Girlfriend: “But we’d have to eat people.”

Me: “Okay… well, we could set up, like, a bear trap outside, or something.”

Girlfriend: “But I’m a vegetarian!”

Me: “Fine, fine. I guess my goal is just not to turn into a zombie then.”

Girlfriend: “Thanks. That’s really considerate of my lifestyle choices.”