It’s post Dia de los Muertos.  Nobody is thinking about unconditional love.  Monsters need unconditional love too.

Zombie: Brains.  Braaains.

Therapist:  What does braaains represent to you zombie?

Zombie: (a little started) No one has ever asked me that.

Zombie cries.  Zombie attempts to wipe away tears and zombie’s arm falls off.

Therapist: There. There zombie. 

Zombie: Zombie needs to go and think about his love of braains. 

Zombie reaches for therapist’s skull. 

Therapist:  NO ZOMBIE.  NO.

Zombie: Zombie sorry.  Zombie believe braains love.  Need braains.

Therapist:  That’s right zombie we all need braains.

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