Reports have been flooding in regarding Doctor Harold Toboggans’ appearance last night at the Memphis Zombie Intervention. Against all my fondest hope and sincerest wishes, the Doctor was not eaten, beaten, or even maimed by the undead hordes but instead seamed to find some common ground with those desperate souls.
Probably the thirst for blood, I’m guessing.
Although I have not run across his unpleasant presence here at the house, I know he must have been somewhere near because I’ve found what can only be a page from his diary.
Despite my better judgment and the real possibility of corrupting minors, I have posted it here for you to read:
April 24, MemphisAt last I have found a group of individuals who are appreciative, if not actually worthy, of my substantial gifts and contributions to humanity.
Or unhumanity as seems to be the case.
These zombies, these undead wretches of former humanity, display suffering and pain and undisguised need on a scare I’ve scarcely seen.
It has stirred an unfamiliar sensation within me. It must be this compassion I have heard so much about.
Fortunately, I have a pill for that.
With my focus properly renewed, I noticed that these zombies seemed quite well dressed for being dead. It makes me wonder what other remnants of their former lives they might be persuaded to part with.
After all, what good are credit card numbers and trust funds when you are, in fact, deceased?
Poor zombies, they never saw it coming.
I found some more pictures and a video of the doctor’s exploits on my Flickr account. I don’t know how they got there but you should see them for yourself.
Also, you can see this program he is pitching at Zombies Anonymous.
Watch for further updates here and on the Doctor’s facebook page.
Photo credit JLR Photography