Plain dangerous, and a good dog.

Chuckles: “Hey, Morty, a guy walks into a bar with a zombie—”

Morty: Blearghh . . .

Chuckles: “—and the guy says, ‘a Scotch for me and a Bloody Mary for my friend.’ ”

Morty: Brmhmmhm . . .

Chuckles: “And the bartender says, ‘Hey, we only serve people here!’ ”

Morty: Brhhhahins . . .

Chuckles: “So the zombie says, ‘People? Make mine a double!’ ”

Three radiator raps with a long iron pipe.
Three soft knocks on a dead mans door.
Three long mirrors smashed in with a hammer.
Three drowned kittens in a pail on the floor.
One, two, three, Mr. Fright, Mr. Fright.
Who will you kill on this cold, dark night?

Better just give him the ball.