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The church of banjo has been doing a recruitment drive in Putney...the results are, of course, not pretty
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| It sucked the flesh off my bones...let me rest...let me rest... | |
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| Right, time to line up the stiffs! I do love the smell of decay! | |
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Flesh and bones...are all that's left. Nurse Banjo has worked tirelessly to create a horde of zombie worshippers...
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| Please kill me....please kill me...please kill me... | |
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| Nurse Banjo won't let us die..truly we are damned | |
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The zombies are revolting (humour)...Nurse Banjo summons Penguin Trev to restore order
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| Recidivist zombies? Right, I'll show 'em what backsliding really menas... | |
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