Day 5: Scientists suck

It doesn't happen very often, but every once in again I have to deal with those wacky scientists that want to talk to me, or they want to test me, or they want to tag me and catalog me. Don't they know I have some devolving to do?

I don't need another tag hanging from my ear. I'm good. The last one pulled my left bottom ear lobe off. I still feel off balance.

Why can't they bother this guy:

Seriously, he looks like he has things covered. The guy has to be smart because not only is he wheeling himself, but he managed to goat a zombie, who let's face it probably isn't that smart (maybe it is Frank), into pushing his ass around! This guy is going place! And taking brains with him!

He has got to be more interesting than an almost zombie that can type.

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