Unaware drunk beats zombie horde.

Last Friday, Tom stumbled out of his favorite pub, three pints deep and perfecting his “I’m-not-drunk-just-joyful” dance moves. As fate would have it, a zombie horde had just shuffled into town, groaning and clawing at the air. But did Tom notice? Nah. Instead, he mistook them for a wild flash mob and decided to join in, confidently busting out his best moonwalk right into their midst, slurring out a misremembered rendition of “Thriller.”
The sight of a lit-up, blissed-out Tom matching awkward dance moves with a group of slow, brain-hungry zombies was pure comedy gold. While the zombies shuffled awkwardly, swaying like they were catching the beat, Tom was yelling, “You call that a dance?!” It was a glorious corkscrew of oblivion where the biggest threat was not the zombies, but Tom’s sheer lack of self-awareness. Instead of being devoured, he inadvertently led an impromptu dance-off, proving he was far more concerned about keeping up his buzz than his brains!