Misfit
is a Frocobo
wat?

I ate my lunch five minutes after getting to work and now I'm hungry.

I'm sure I could rig one up with a bit of fabric. I'll get some tiger print for that added animalism.

Of course, it's the fashion standard for those wielding clubs.

I got a mental image of the duck-caveman from Duck Tales. I want to club things now. ^_^

MISFIT!

There's not too many thankfully, but I will exterminate when necessary.

I'll pick up some bug spray then. Or get a really big rolled up newspaper.

You can, but there's spiders down there. And the neighbors like to do laundry at ungodly hours of the night. If you can deal with those factors though, I'll make you a bed.

It's the consistency that makes me pass the plate.

But I'm lacking in the most obvious system of zombitis - A hunger for brains. Brains don't sound tasty.