I like it. I love it. I want some more of it. Buy it for me.
Oooh, nice bracelet. Me likey. Oh, thanks, honey. I'll wear it every day!
Bums (and druggies) who walk around like zombies, weaving through moving cars, and looking as if flesh-eating bacteria will soon turn them into the actual living dead.
I swear, the traffic on South Pine was insane, with all the cars having to dodge the zombiebums.