“What, no tip?” she asked.
“Just one,” replied the zombie as he made towards the door. “Try serving edible food. It might liven things up a bit round here.”
* * *
Vortex rushed along the corridor to his office, constantly casting nervous glances over his shoulder to make sure that he wasn't being observed. He had just come up from the store room where he'd been sorting through some new exhibits that had recently arrived, and he didn't want to get caught by Starch wanting to discuss them, which was what usually happened. Starch liked to have the final say on where things went and how they were arranged.
He finally got to his office unnoticed, quickly unlocked the door and slipped in. He went straight over to his desk, pulled out his chair and sat down. He quickly ran through the remaini
