Walking, suckers!

Game on, you'll never be able to escape my clutches now!
I've got this walking thing down. Or at least, I can make it from the coffee table to the fridge and back with a reasonable probability of not hurting myself.

All this walking like a zombie has given me a real taste for some brains! Brains... must .. eat .. some .. brains...
I went to the doctor today to get my stitches out, but he said I should wait a few more days, as my finger isn't quite healed. I was tempted to rip out his brains and eat them for his insolence. However, I decided I should spare him as he might be useful in the future. Especially given my recent track record.