Lady 1: Zombie John Mayer #2 is my bartender.
Lady 2: Did you sleep with Zombie John Mayer? Did his undead penis fall off when you touched it?
Lady 1: Yes and Yes. It's still inside me, decomposing in my dark, moist uterus.
Lady 2: You know it's going to kill you from the inside out.
Lady 1: It's going to turn into a Zombie Kyle Bowling Fetus.
Lady 2: Only with gray skin and musical talent. Your host body is a wonderland.