Dear Buster Keaton the zombie:
Fuck you with a rusty pole. Sideways. I hope you choke on my brains, you bastard.
Hate,
Van der Fnord the now also zombie YOU FUCKING PRICK.
Real life is stressful enough, I don't need my few retreats from such to be stressful... and yet they are! All at once! The Sims suddenly won't stop shutting down every two minutes, Kingdom of Loathing won't let me log in, and now in Urban Dead I'm fucking incapacitated till tomorrow! HOORAY!