*hides the decapitated body*
*Appears in old-timie Star Trek transporter beam glitter crap sewing on head* Thanks guys!
Sorry I didn't greet you sooner. Someone cut off my head, and then someone else transported me into another dimension, thank you very much. It took me three hours just to find my head again! Then I had to go find a blood bank...You owe them an apology. Poor McCoy about had a heart-attack when my body sat up. And my hand is cramped from writing.
But that's besides the point. I have my head again, which means that I guess you could call me Zombietraycon3, but I prefer t3, or if you must, zt3. Though I much prefer t3.
Anywhoo, enjoy yourself!
Sorry about the whole...head thing.
