[It's so fine. Anyway, all of these poor dead nerds laid more or less to rest, or... better than whatever they were before, being zombie guard nerds, Hazel dusts off his hands with the satisfaction of a creepy job well done. Enough. Well done enough.

Church dude, again...] Hazel. It's Hazel, miss. Don't worry about any preachin' from me— I've got the good word but the heart's not in it.

[Dear God, fuck you, love Hazel, amen]