faithdivine88

Every woman seeks a hero; a knight in shining armor to sweep them off their feet when they're in distress and carry them away to commit acts of sickeningly sweet romance found only in the backs of Fabio-approved dimestore novels.  I have found this to be a universal truth hidden deep within the heart of every heterosexual female regardless of the number of times they deny it or the ounces of pepper spray they use on you. The only problem with the heroic approach is that many of us guys don't believe we actually have the ability to defeat any foe that doesn't appear on a video game screen.  We can barely sweep all the cheese curl residue off

Zombie:  Excuse me, sir, but I have a desire to feast upon your tender brains. Victor:  I say, that is quite the unorthodox request. Zombie:  Quite.  But as you can see, I am undead- Victor:  Goodness. Zombie:  -And as a member of the non-living, it is imperative for me to sate my thirst for the blood of the innocent. Victor:  I must say, I do not approve of this. Zombie:  Just doing me job, sir. Victor:  I say, constable! Constable:  How may I be of assistance, sir? Victor:  This decomposing rogue wishes to feast upon my brains. Constable:  By Jove, we can't be having that, now can we? Zombie:  It is but my nature, constable. Con