Well, Doc warned me when he sent me this earlier that this was a timesuck. And he was right. How can I resist a variation of that smack-the-penguin game where I’m using a chainsaw to send the severed head of a flesh-eating zombie careening down a post-apocalyptic street?
Answer: I cannot. Doc knows my weakness for all things zombie. Which is why Doc is a bastard. But a highly effective one.