In a strangely post-apocalyptic turn of events, Caviglia found herself alone in a barren landscape and wondered at the evidence of the hasty - and possibly coerced departure of the picnickers.
"Thank God, I have a martini! Wait...is that a zombie?"
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!", replied the zombie.
"I'm out of vermouth, have any extra?"
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Caviglia, sighed. "Straight gin it is! Bottoms up!"
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
"You're cute."
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