What the fuck is absolutely goddamn right. Running around chasing off wannabe grave robbers was definitely not how Joel saw his night going, but this shit right here puts that on a whole different level. He'd picked up one of the body snatchers' discarded shovels, and he nearly drops it jerking back when the corpse they were after sits right up out of its grave.

He tightens his grip, ready to take a swing and knock it right back down if it drags itself up any further - but Malcolm's reaction gives him pause. And by then, the corpse has started speaking.

"She a friend of yours?" He sounds pissed, but that's because he is. Christ. More of this fucked up magic shit; that's just what he needs.