As the apocalypse approaches, zombies become my favorite delicacy...
Fried and fried, my mouth is full of oil, and I enjoy eating it raw and pickled.
When someone asked me my name, I racked my brains to come up with an appropriate title: The King of Cooking Corpses!
But before I could open my mouth, I heard someone else had already secretly given me another name.
They whispered in fear that I was - a ghoul.
Intention: It's fantasy time!