Although he could book it out of here faster than he's going, he sees Kyle working to help him out with his Zombass problem. The yank makes him yelp in pain as the teeth clench in tighter and his butt cheek gets yanked, and he pauses when he sees Kyle went tumbling with the legs.

As Kyle gets to work with the driftwood, he eeps and dances, and then the zombie breaks free with a new set of wooden dentures replacing the lost teeth.

"Oh hey, you really do give good wood, " and then he too is running. Dick jokes, indeed.

When it seems they are safe, he pauses with Kyle and looks back over the beach. From this angle, it looks like a clear night with no zombies, mists, or sexy skulls on the beach.

"You can say that again. I'm glad I was recently king of the monsters so the weird shit doesn't phase me as much. But this definitely isn't your usual comic book."