Heya, Tom' it’s Bob from the office down the hall
Good to see you, buddy; how’ve you been?
Things have been OK for me except that I’m a zombie now
I really wish you’d let us in
I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand
Why you folks might hesitate to submit to our demand
But here’s an FYI: you’re all gonna die screaming

FWD: RE: Your Brains
Hey guys, this is Phil from over at Supply, it looks
like a few of the guys down in IT are zombies now
so now theyll finally be productive members of the
team (lol!). anyway, boss sent me a memo, shot guns
are in the supply closet, we all are to relinquish 1 (one) r
ound to the IT guys head, kay?

PS: remeber, casual friday had been cancelled in lieu
of the zombie apocalypce, proper attire is now body
armor and machete/crowbar -Phil

FWD: RE: RE: Your Brains
Hey all.
Wally, here, down in accounts payable.
Please remember to fill out your TP-9 form when expending any shotgun ammunition for "in office" use.
Be sure to specify the type of round used(eg. slug, shot, flechette...) in column 'C' to ensure proper reordering of company assets, as well as facilitation of cost benefit analysis.
To save any confusion, standard per diem and reimbursement rules will apply if using your own ammunition.
Thanks,
Wally

All we wanna do is eat your brains.
We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes
All we wanna do is eat your brains.
We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise:
If you open up the doors
We'll all come inside and eat your brains.

I don't want to nitpick, Tom, but is this really your plan?
Spend your whole life locked inside a mall?
Maybe that's OK for now but someday you'll be out of food and guns,
Then you'll have to make the call.
I'm not surprised to see you haven't thought it through enough.
You never had the head for all that bigger picture stuff.
But Tom, that's what I do, and I plan on eating you slowly.

All we wanna do is eat your brains.
We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes.
All we wanna do is eat your brains.
We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise:
If you open up the doors
We'll all come inside and eat your brains.

From the keyboard of Dave Hicks, Warehouse Operations Manager

Hey, No Brains for you zombie boy...

OK...nobody's lookin' over my shoulder...
If you want some brains, make your way to the 2nd floor, west end ladies room. Francine from shipping is hiding in there.
That bitch lodged a complaint last year and we had to take down all the nudie calendars in the warehouse breakroom.
Brains for free, probably not much nutrition there, though. Make it slow and painful.

Dave

I'd like to help you Tom, in any way I can.
I sure appreciate the way you're working with me.
I'm not a monster Tom, well, technically I am.
I guess I am...