Zombies.

Honestly, enough with the walking dead. It’s been –er– done to death. And you can lay off the vampires, too. Sparkly, non-sparkly, it makes no nevermind to me. I’m garlic, you’re glue. Knock it off. It sucks more than blood. And prep-school wizardry nerds cast no spell on me. Dumblebore me no more. Grow up and read a book that doesn’t make your lips move the whole time.

But the hand grenade. The hand grenade makes up for everything.

(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)