"What do zombies chant at a riot?" "Grrarphsnarg?" he asked, in a surprisingly well-done bit of mindless zombie imitating. "No, but that was really good. Disconcertingly good." "I was deceased for a time." "True. But anyway, the rioters get all riled up, and they chant: 'What do we want? Brains! When do we want them? Brains!'" I fell into a wave of appropriately boisterous laughter; Ethan seemed less impressed. "I truly hope the stipend we pay you doesn't get spent on the development of jokes like that."