You scared, bro? I'm scared, for my cholesterol.
I want the rotten one, no not that one, the one that's turned green and started oozing red pus!
Pleased to meet you. Would you mind terribly if I snacked on your BRAAAAIIIIINNNNNS?
Well that explains why they're always looking to eat our brains. They're all full up on cookies.
What's the sweetest gift a zombie could give to the zombie of their dreams? The freshest brain. Aw. Love.