Stepping outside onto his porch and grabbing the newspaper, Mr Theopolis grins up at the collared zombie who threw it and waved his hand. The zombie whimpers slightly and turns to walk down the street to deliver more. The town has gotten use to having zombies as pets and servants due to the collars made by Zomcon, and it was very entertaining in Mr Theopolis' opinion. He adjusts the cigar in his mouth, flicking open the newspaper and reading it while on his way back inside his house.