[ Rotty pouts but accepts the hand to pull herself up. Enjoy that icy cold grip.]

Yeah of course I could! I'm like...one of the strongest zombies I know! I'm actually pretty respected for my head throwing accuracy I'll have you know.

[Her wounded pride aside Rotty begrudgingly accepts the dishwashing soap and bleach bottle muttering to herself.]

Man, my hair isn't long enough to use as a weapon, and I don't have a bird. what's left? Bolo's ball and chain thing? Pfft he wishes I was that desperate.