Is This a Zombie? (これはゾンビですか？)

Yeah, sure.

It's gonna be domesticated before too long if you guys

keep feeding it like that.

Somebody say "feed?" I'm 'bout ready to gnaw on my own tongue.

Breakfast is now ready, everybody.

Rub-a-dub dub; thanks for the grub.

So, yeah.

I'm a zombie.

Most people live their lives without ever knowing it,

but the world is filled with weird stuff.

Things like magic and monsters, and-- well, me.

Not that knowing makes life easier;

just the opposite, actually.

Those of us on a first name basis with the shadow side

aren't exactly well-adjusted.

Fact is, it can royally suck being a "chosen one" sometimes.

That said, though.

I do alright.

'Kay.

So I'm Gaia's golden boy.

We've established that.

Now what?

Alright.

It's probably best if we leave off there.

Lunch.

Give me liberty or give me death!

And food.

Up for a trade?

I got pastrami--

Dude!

You look like an old man's scrotum with eyes!

Gaia smiles on me.

I'm a chosen one.

I don't think I've seen him this bad before.

Guy really needs to start moisturizing.

Let's get you down to the nurse's office.

Sound like a plan?

Mother Theresa could take a page from you.

Too bad she's, like, you know, dead.

What the--

Who are these damn shelves made for?

Ah, son of a--

Who's the little girl?

I don't think you're supposed to be in here.

Not to be a narc or anything.

It's not what it looks like, I swear!

Are you drunk?

Don't judge me!

Ethyl alcohol has a variety of medicinal uses!

The hell was that about?

Random, thy name is a pink-haired Goth chick.

We talkin' full-on Lolita?

Yeah.

Workin' it like nobody's business.

For your information I'm right here!

For your information, no one was asking.

Keep trash-talkin', worm bait.

See where it gets you.

Don't think I can't read between the lines

of your smutty lil' anecdote.

I don't have the first clue what you're talking about.

You did say "workin' it" in reference to an underage girl.

Hey!

I was talking about the outfit she was wearing!

I understand that.

But the fact you took mental note of a little girl's wardrobe

in the first place is suspect.

Next you'll be driving a van.

That's a rather presumptuous conclusion to draw

from so little information.

I think maybe somebody's been watching

too much History Channel.

Hey.

You remember your job descriptions, right?

I'm second rank Vampire Ninja, Seraphim.

What of it?

Magical Garment Girl with enormous IQ.

And "ghost" is going too far?

I'll thank you to save the touchiness

for your "alone time", maggot.

Hey, just 'cause magic's in my title

doesn't mean I'm anti-science!

I'm a regular Paracelsus!

Whoever that is.

Your new friend could be a hallucination borne

of unconscious urges struggling to burst into waking life.

If you're bursting on drunk ten year olds,

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Hallucination.

I don't know.

Another helping!

Snap to it!

That's your tenth bowl today.

You got a trash compactor in there?

It's called a healthy appetite, garcon, and it means I'm back!

A furnace with this much umph needs hella fuel,

so shut up and start shoveling!

Yeah!

Well I for one have been counting the days till we

can say Ayumu's tea party princess phase is behind us.

Okey doke, I'm headed out, then.

Something wrong?

Time will slow to a tortuous crawl while you're gone,

my darling.

I shall await your return on pins and needles.

Kiss me farewell.

Settle down, Eu.

Yeah, I know.

The gals love to bust my chops.

Makes for kind of a homey atmosphere, though.

Seriously.

Ah hell, he's gone back to a ball sack!

Hey, Ayumu!

Hey Tomonori.

I think you're really gonna like what I made for you today.

Ta-da!

Whoa.

Went all out, didn't you?

Daw. No big deal.

I mean, sure, I had to get up at 5 this morning...

Yuki's got it pretty bad, huh?

Whatever it is that poor girl sees in him,

I'm just not picking up on.

You really shouldn't say things like that.

To who?

I think he's cute.

'Kay, look--whatever: I'm not made of stone.

There are worse couples out there, I guess.

Did you really have to call them a couple?

You're killin' me.

How do I get in on this personal chef action?

Sorry, Four Eyes.

I don't cook for disgusting creepers.

That might've been a little harsh.

Yeah.

Look, it's just I, I'm sorta like Ayumu's school wife.

And I don't spread it around!

So what you're saying is that I'd be a third wheel.

Eat up so you can tell me what you think!

Okay.

Except, uh.

Maybe don't wave an artillery belt of condiments in my face?

'Scuse me?

Oh, I brought these for home ec class, so they were handy.

Sorry.

It officially tastes wonderful.

Yeah, sure.

Like it competes with whatever you call

that awesome omelete-looking thingie you brought.

Don't be intimidated, it looks glamorous,

but eating the same box everyday gets old.

Hello, my pretties!

Who wants the honor of being cracked open first?

Yeah, what about 'em?

This momma's forte is the sweet mystery of chicken ovaries!

Sorry, I didn't think anyone was still here.

Goes for both of us.

I had some after-school stuff to do.

Ah.

A class monitor's work is never done.

What is it they say?

No rest for the wicked?

Heh.

I guess that somebody has to take one for the team, right?

I can give you hand.

That's okay.

I'm all done.

'Sides, don'tcha think you ought to be getting home?

This place has a way cooler view of the sunset.

I'm stuck here till it goes down anyway.

It's funny.

I never thought of you as the type of guy

who cared about stuff like that.

S'pose it's never come up.

Well, see ya.

Yeah, you bet.

Careful goin' home.

Ugh.

Finally I can walk back without lookin' like a cantaloupe

someone left on the window sill.

Sucks how the days are gettin' longer.

That isn't a smell that belongs here.

Someone there?

Bit late for anyone to be hangin' out.

Don't tell me.

No.

100%!

Gotcha!

You're that girl.

My hallucination!

Don't drink until you're of legal age, boys and girls!

What kind of hallucination is this?

Hightower you said your name was?

Um, no.

It's Aikawa.

What is?

Never mind; it's not important.

Hot potato, hot potato, 1-2-3.

So, um, any special reason you're using an alcohol burner

to cook squid?