They put her in a cell with that loser, Prince Charming, who she’d come to rescue.
Before the irony became too much to bear, she said, “hand me that spoon.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll use that spoon to reflect that beam of sunlight onto that pile of straw.”
On a boring day at the passport office, some guy burst in. Looked like he’d been attacked by a bear.
Uncharacteristically, government employees rushed to help him. He was later taken by ambulance.
Turns out he’d infected all the employees with the zombie plague.
Didn’t affect their work performance, though.