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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