The party came in contact with a puss filled zombie. Our sorcerer fired him up with a spell, and toasted the zombie before he was able to rise. Bumblefoot used ventriloquism to make the dead zombie speak, ’It’s only a flesh would’. He was hit by our feathered friend for being a smart-rat.
Bumblefoot then wrote a not-well-received limerick about it:
There once was a zombie with puss
WHo was heated and started to gush
He started to speak, but it’s not what you think
Then I got punched for causing a fuss
Bad timing, Bumblefoot.