Of Zombies and Lawnmowers.

"That's impossible." Chelsea was sitting on the couch, cuddled up against Grell. Alan was sitting next to her, Eric at his feet and Ronald was lounging on the ground, too. They were watching a zombie movie. Chelsea rolled her eyes.
"Ronald, this is a freaking zombie movie."
"A lawnmower doesn't react that way to a head."
"It is a zombie movie" she insisted. "Zombies don't exist!"
"They do, Chels" Grell said.
"In 1889, on th-"
"What? There's more between heaven and hell what I could've killed?"
"Not really, because they are dead already. They had them too in Dublin, in 1789" Alan told her. She huffed and straightened up.
"And I was send to Italy in 1689 to help out" Eric said. "It's like; 'hey a hundred years have passed, let's create more paperwork.'
"So, what you guys are saying that next year, we'll have zombies here too?"
"Quite like that."
"The only times lawnmowers make that noise is when there's something stuck in it."
"Ronald!"