Okay, picture this: I’m sitting in my bed one night – well, I don’t know if you could call it a bed, being a grave and all, but that’s another story – and all of a sudden, I smell this beautiful, tantalizing scent. Almost like that guy I had for dinner the other night, although he smelled more like pizza than anything else. This sort of smelled like pizza too, so you can see where I’d make the connection. Anyway, of course I get up and go to see what this wonderful smell is coming from. I see a few other zombies moving toward it, so I start running, you know, to get there before it’s all gone, as I’m sure it’s food by this point.

It was Halloween, just like any other normal Halloween, and I was going door to door, collecting candy. I stopped to think, that day, though, why do they call it trick-or-treating if you only get treats? Smiling, I stuffed some snakes into my bag(harmless garden snakes, of course, wouldn’t hurt a fly), and rang the next doorbell. As soon as the door opened, I swung the bag forward, shouting, “Trick!” as the old woman screamed.