Can I please go back to Gotham City now? Please oh Please? I have zombie gunk in my hair. It wasn't curfew! At least bullets still work...for the moment. But seriously, it's In. My. Hair! And I think there's a chunk of zombie brain in my bra, which, EW!

I guess maybe I need to look at going to college or finding a job here.

It's funny how the gangs think they can push everyone in these parts.

They really need to be taught a lesson.

I still don't know what to think about all this.