The sight of the chair seats lowering and rising as some unknown horror crawls toward you from beneath has you frozen in terror. Watching as seat #1 bobs, then #2 then #3... Adrenaline kicks in; you turn to run, but it is too late. While you were distracted, zombie-Randy Veres has come up behind you. Before you can remember how to pronounce his last name, his teeth are buried in your neck. As a shower of your still-warm blood rains down and the world turns black, you can almost swear you hear the final lines of a song in your ear...
“…root, root-root for the hoooome teeeeeam…”
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