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Bonus Round! (Dadadada da daaaaa!!! ) You know, there's one thing I've been forgetting to jot down here. It's something I've been looking into for months, but I've never had the chance to really go into it. you see, Morn wasn't always all slouchy and stiff. Last year, she was the star pupil of her Pilates class! When I was little, I used to put Bricko blocks on her forehead as she did sit-ups just to see them launched into the air! And when I was in kindergarten, she used to tow my training wheel bike when she jogged! So when middle school started, Mom was pretty still pretty zip- py! But that's also when her new "job" as a medicine test volun- teer for a various companies began. And here's the thing: Morn didn't just volunteer for one company after another. She signed on to volunteer with like three or four of them at the same time! She'd spend two hours every day with the testing staff of each of those company. By the end of that week, she had a bunch of huge pay- checks to cash! I spotted the check stubs on the coffee table. She made more in a month than Dad did in half a year! So here's my theory: If one of those companies injected Morn with the virus, they would probably realize what they had and they would know that Mom was now a zombie. But if Mom's zombieness came from a strange combination of all the test chemicals and all those nonfat, soy lattes she's got in her system...all that would have been needed was a jolt of static electricity from the doorknob, and boom! That very same night I became a zombie was the last night Mom cooked up a normal-looking meal for me. By then, she was a plague-bearing playground, and some of her newly evolved zombie germs made it into my big o1' bowl of mac and cheese! Ugh! I knew I should have put on some hot sauce! But then, with my luck, the hot-sauced zombie bacteria would have given me super-heated nuclear zombie gas powers instead of my normal nuclear zombie gas powers! Just like some of those ra- dioactive superheroes cursing their inconvenient transformations, it's still possible to look back at the accident that changed me and think, "Well, it could have been worse..." Anyway, back to the mac and cheese. It tasted funny, like styrofoam dipped in plastic cheese oil. At the first bite, I just thought it was maybe a bad noodle or three pushing all the tasty ones out of the way to do a stale, bitter elbow drop on my tastebuds. By the third bite, I was beginning to think that Mom was messing with me or something! I thought she was feeding me some of her weird, homemade whoda-howda-whadda-heck-IS-this noodles instead of the store- brought dinners I used to ask for. So, I took a few more bites, just be be sure. But by the time I was on bite number seven, I could feel my toes going a little numb, and I decided something was amiss! I didn't even eat all of it, but I guess by then, the noodles I' d already devoured contained just enough zombie cheese to begin transforming my biology! So Morn totally cleaned off her plate, and after she went to lie down, I dumped my leftovers right into the trash. Then, to cover my tracks--I didn't want Mom to see a pile of noodles in the garbage pail--I volunteered to take the trash out to the dumpster. Just the place for some ordinary house cats to climb inside and have a snack! So there you have it--my theory of zombie relativity! Some- thing from Mom's old medical testing job, mixed with something else from Mom's old medical testing job or--OR with the soy lattes, which completely worked their caffeinated ways into Mom's system to create a colony of mutated germs that have modified our human genes! But are we still contagious? I haven't seen anyone else change into a zombie. Maybe you have to eat the zombie germs to get changed. Getting bitten's the classic method--maybe it spreads that way. I don't know. But I do know that being in class with a zombie, being on a school bus with a zombie, and/or having to smell zombie gas doesn't change you. That is...I don't think it does. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. P196-199