"You're thinking too much about zombies," Finir retorted to the angel. "She's merely undead. Besides, no zombie would be smart enough to wait until later to feast. Why, she would've taken advantage of her position on my back and have chomped down by now."
"And also, you forget. These scales aren't exactly soft, either. Her teeth wouldn't be able to penetrate that easily. If anything, it would probably tickle."
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.