I knew it! I 've reread the books several times now (Hey, I dig the Biz, what can I say?) and I found my eye drawn again and again to the flies. I knew it couldn't be a random fascination with bugs and I just kept going back and checking them out and I just knew something was being put into motion.

A couple of questions: A friend of mine, who may happen to be a zombie himself, is curious to know if he might find himself more socially acceptable if he applied for legal working papers and a green card?

Is there a citizenship issue? Once you are dead your rights as a citizen end, Don't they? Reanimation is not the same as being born in a particular country so are you now an illegal alien as well as an undead zombie?

Second, my friend who may be a zombie is worried that the Extenze pills he's been taking to enhance the length and girth of his masculine apparatus (He's far too shy to say penis.) will stop working now that his flesh is technically "dead" and his "willy winkie" will shrink back to it's original wee size.

I just don't know if I could live with (I mean my friend could live with) the humiliation of being a zombie with a less than impressive rod of intimidation. If you know what I mean.

Look, its hard to live up to the zombie horror thing when everyone keeps pointing and laughing.

(I'm sure you understand what I'm talking about.)

Are there any undead male enhancement products you or the Biz could recommend?

Do you think Simon could artistically enhance the girth for me? Maybe Alan would be willing to write a bit of descriptive prose espousing the terrible fear my zombie prowess instills in the ladies?

Thank you for your time.