The other day me and Ricky were playing ultimate frisbee over by the spooky quarry and he said he thought he saw a zombie. I told him they weren't real, and he got this weird look in his eyes and said "Oh, they're real. They're real, all right. You'll find out soon enough."

Yesterday, we found a ton of damp cardboard for our great fort. Johnny said we should use them to make a new torture chamber, but I'd rather build motion-activated turrets. We're putting it to a vote before the tribunal next week.