corpsified 2 : return of the zombies

"We're dragging around corpses," I said.

Victor blinked, catlike, his entire body immobile except for the movement of his eyelids. By now I knew I wasn't going to get much more of a reaction out of him. I continued.

"We aren't corpses ourselves, like I said a minute ago, we're simply dragging around old corpses. Our very own collection of our very own dead bodies," I said.

"A metaphor," said Victor, "is like an unbearable stench."

"No," I said, "that's a simile."

"No," said Victor, "that's your BO."