The Love Life of Bad-Luck Brian
Looking down the hall I see a girl, back turned--so cute!
Her beauty is something no one can refute!
So here I go, here I say, "Yo, what's up baby?"
The girl, a zombie, turns, "You're my next meal, maybe?"
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