To Fight the Supernatural...

Boy Bakla staggers into the locker room area, his hair full of hay with bruises and scratches covering his body. All eyes fell upon him as he entered. "Damn that Zombie, taking away my gift for Dankykins..." Boy Bakla muttered under his breath.

Slowly he made his way to the shower area to get himself cleaned up as naked male wrestlers run screaming out. After a hot bath, Boy Bakla felt much better and while toweling off his hair noticed a flyer on the ground. Picking it up it read... "Having trouble with the supernatural? Are Zombies infesting your town? Then Bubbaho-Ash is the one to call... Just call 1-800-EVILDEAD"

Hmmm... Interesting... Boy Bakla thought...