"What?" I say, squinting down at the vial with Sam's initials, and then look back up to her, eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Yeah, it's legit embarrassing how long it takes me to clue into what she's talking about.
"Like turn someone into a vampire?" And now I'm confused for a whole other pile of reasons. Apparently I didn't go over Zombie 101 with Sam like I probably should have. "I mean... Okay. If they prefer it, I guess. But I can turn people into zombies as a last, last, last, last resort, too, so if you would rather keep this or get rid of it—" I hold up the vial, eyebrows arching. "Otherwise I'm just going to label it 'Last, last, last, last resort: Version Vampire' and stick it on a shelf."
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"Like turn someone into a vampire?" And now I'm confused for a whole other pile of reasons. Apparently I didn't go over Zombie 101 with Sam like I probably should have. "I mean... Okay. If they prefer it, I guess. But I can turn people into zombies as a last, last, last, last resort, too, so if you would rather keep this or get rid of it—" I hold up the vial, eyebrows arching. "Otherwise I'm just going to label it 'Last, last, last, last resort: Version Vampire' and stick it on a shelf."