Warping young minds is my favorite activity. Honestly that’s why I became a parent in the first place.
Once a week I teach a bunch of young impressionable human larva about various esoteric theories about what happens after we are worm food. Take that however you will, it’s just what I do.
However, being an unrepentant smart ass sometimes I can’t help but throw in the occasional theory of my own I might have for my own amusement. When this strays outside the proscribed curriculum sometimes I get in a wee bit of trouble with the neighbors.
Okay, so I may have told a room full of eight year olds that the world was going to end December 21st and the zombies might rise up to devour mankind…. I also might have mentioned the need to resort to cannibalism….. and Okay I “May” have implied that some of them would make a delicious Bar-B-Que meal. Does that make me a bad person. Yes, yes it does.
Look I never claimed to be a good person. In fact perhaps my love of zombies stems somewhat from a nagging premonition of where I’m likely to end up once I shed this mortal coil. Becoming a zombie seems like a better alternative to brimstone.