The morning coffee and the zombie tennis

I was watching the tennis last night, while surfing the Interwebs, and discovered this commentary:

What happens if we steal their rackets? If we steal their rackets, the zombies can no longer hit their aces and thump their backhands and keep us all prisoner on Court 18. I’m shocked that this is only occurring to me now. Will nobody run onto the court and steal their rackets? Are they all too scared of the zombies’ clutching claws and gore-stained teeth? Steal their rackets and we can all go home. Who’s with me? Steal their rackets and then run for the tube.


(Photo by Ashley Forrette. Art by Jolby.)

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