Now just imagine me, the delicate little flower, crouched behind a child's table from Ikea. Do you think you might notice me? I think any of you would. Not Steven! When I sat up and yelled "Raar!" (like a dinosaur) he screamed "Jesus!!!" and twisted his whole body away from me. As I laughed at him he justified his actions, "You know I always believe that zombies have gotten in". Nice excuse, you big wuss.
Oh, and according to Steve, payback is a bitch.