It was a hellacious week in our Derby, as the dead rose and walked the earth once again. A slew of artists fought valiantly, but fighting a zombie horde is as taxing on the soul as it is the body. Many fell, horror-stricken and paralyzed by what they'd seen. Still others ended it themselves, too afraid to face what the future would be. The rest we piled into a shopping cart and brought over here. Stay back. They're still kinda twitchy.
Ah, yes. "Cute thing doing a terrible thing." Sign us up.
Disregard females. Acquire brains.
"Just hose it out and we can use it for wine making again."
This is actually the 5:00 am Black Friday view from inside a Wal-Mart.
Awfully pudgy for a robot who claims to be both a ninja AND a pirate.
Note to Hollywood: if you have a thrilling rescue written in at this part, RE-WRITE IT. Not everyone gets a happy ending.
Should've been a Coyote.
Someone make this into a glass filled with a margarita and TAKE OUR MONEY!
Why was he wearing a tie in space?
Wouldn't this be more along the lines of composting?
So there you have it! We'll try to keep these things locked in a room with chains on the door and wooden barricades over the windows until our Double-Take Derby lets them rise up again. Until then, shamble over to our Derby page and see what's groaning ominously in the dark over there.