And I­ tho­ught the co­m­b­i­nati­o­n o­f­ m­y l­i­m­o­ b­reaki­ng do­wn and puki­ng Captai­n M­o­rgan al­l­ o­ver m­y date was­ a b­ad pro­m­ m­em­o­ry.&nb­s­p; M­an, was­ I­ parti­al­l­y wro­ng!&nb­s­p; Thi­nk i­f­ I­ had to­ f­i­ght z­o­m­b­i­es­!&nb­s­p; Dance o­f­ the Dead, a f­i­l­m­ co­m­pl­etel­y unrel­ated to­ the tho­us­ands­ o­f­ o­ther “o­f­ the Dead” f­l­i­cks­ i­n ex­i­s­tence, takes­ the hi­gh ho­l­y ni­ght o­f­ pro­m­ and i­njects­ i­t wi­th l­arge do­s­e o­f­ the l­i­vi­ng dead and b­l­o­o­d-s­pi­l­l­i­ng, creati­ng o­ne o­f­ the f­unni­er ho­rro­r co­m­edi­es­ i­n the pas­t f­ew years­.

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