The Elbow Room

"You little shit! Consider yourself lucky I haven't eaten your brains already and stuffed your balls down the barrel of don Vito's Behemoth! If you don't get the hell out of here with your little chain, not only am I going to slowly peel the flesh from your bones with rusty nail clippers until you are a spitting skeletal image of your chain-weilding idol, but I'll then get my newfound friend here-" the Zombie Mistress finally notices the cigarette and accepts it, pausing for a long drag before spitting out the rest of the sentence in smoke. "to help superglue my clothes to you and throw you out there for him!"
Seeing that he's still there, she adds "and I filled your iPod up with Elvis Presley."
She looks at her hand and silently counts down from five fingers. four. three...