"Ahh, I slept so much better last night, after putting some food in me. Normally I could never stomach that bland military pre-processed food, but oddly enough the taste didn't bother me. I hope that doesn't mean my taste buds died from not getting enough sugar since this whole thing started.

"
"Anyway, onto the pressing issues of the day. I have come to conclusion that General Zombie Zeb must have mind control powers. How else could he fool so many people into believing he isn't a zombie. Well, I will give up on getting you lynched for now Zeb, as your psychic powers seem to overpower my outstanding persuasion skills. At least my own superior brain power makes me immune to your devious powers, Zeb. I bet if it weren't for that we'd all be fish food. Or zombie food in this case

."
"I will be watching you Zeb. And I will strike when you least expect it. But now that I've told you to expect it most when you least expect it, I shall strike when you expect it so much, you wouldn't think me mad enough to actually strike then.

I must admit that you are quite the adversary though, Zeb. This will make for a good showdown in the end. I can already see it: You are on the edge of victory, your zombie pals are beginning to munch into the last few survivors, when I take you down. Then the zombies will go into complete disarray without their general. It will be close, but
I shall be victorious. It is inconceivable that I could actually fail."
Oh, and I'd like to go to the
Fast Food Joint