And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time. " "That accident was not my fault. " "You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.
Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.