Me and some buddies were hanging around in Rat's cramped place and thinking we should do something for Hallowe'en.
We brainstormed for a bit. Gave me those tinglies of a heist-planning but I don't do that anymore. Clean I tell you. Even behind the ears.
El Tigre decided he wanted to be a chef.
They threw a sheet over me and said make like a ghost.
I thought the living dead suited me better.
So here, I'm a zombie, I'm a zombie.
My rawr made Suki laugh so it's all good.
