You’re backed into a corner by a gang of zombies. They’re closing in, snarling and slobbering, mouths watering: they can almost taste your brain. You’re defenceless. Suddenly, gunfire rips through the living corpses, and they fall to the ground, shrieking and writhing. You hear a voice yelling, Eat lead, suckas! When the pandemonium stops, you see a tall, white-skinned figure with six arms, each holding a tommy gun. They almost had ya there, didn’t they, darlin’?