[ Jeez Dean. Take it easy. They're blobs of goo, not zombies or vampires or zombie vampires. Think happy thoughts about puppies, kitties and rainbows. ]

Maybe it didn't like your face. [ Bratty baby brothers! No matter how old they get, they're still brats. ]

Although the blobs seem to like it. Not sure if they want to make out with you or eat your face. Sums up about half your girlfriends, really. [ Look who's talking, Sam! ]