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“You said you’d never watch a Guy Ritchie movie again,” laughs Dee.

“My words!” cries Rupert. “They’ve come back to haunt me!”

“These aren’t ghost words,” growls Nikki. “They’re zombies!”

Rupert’s got a machete; Nikki loads shells one-handed. “Head for the pointy part of the speech bubble,” says Dee. “Maybe we can barricade it!”

Nikki fires, gets lucky, takes out Ritchie and I’ll with one shot. Rupert swings at what he thinks is Never’s head. The machete sticks.

“No!” screams Dee as he stumbles. Nikki’s dragging her back, lips tight. Never moans, and its teeth lean in toward Rupert’s neck.