[Fukawa watches in awe. Could it be that adults are not in fact self-actualized, but children persisting in withering bodies?]

You m-mean there's just some kid here who died? Again?! [What the hell] And what do you mean by n-not really? Did they get back up again or just...b-become a zombie?

[NEW FEAR INSTALLED: ZOMBIE CANDIES. AVOID SUGAR AT ALL COSTS.

Fukawa scowls. She reaches for a glass — the whisky one.]

I d-don't care about age limits anymore. I've had enough.

[And she knocks it back.]