They want brains? I have a rambunctious eight-year-old son; I HAVE no brains anymore. My brains haven't been properly functional for years. Seriously.
They shambled off, disappointed. I heard some strange noises next door, though. I suspect the neighbors weren't quite as fortunate.
(RE: icon. Okay, so it's not Down the Rabbit Hole Day, but I don't have one with zombies, so I went with this one).