Ode To Being Confused Scene: City streets outside central offices of Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp. Many cars and onlookers, but this stretch has been cordoned off to honor a permit for a parade.
The tune starts off similar to When The Saints Go Marching. Crowd of Zombies [all together, exuberantly, groaning]: "Oh, when we're confused!" Crowd of Cyborgs [all together, exuberatly, synthetic]: "When we're confused!" A crowd of mutilated experimentees, many children, join in. All Three Groups: "When we're confused we don't hurt Boss ..." [gets breathy, as if whispering, but still loud] "(or at least his profit)" Crowd of Zombies and Crowd of Cyborgs [well-rehearsed]: "When we're confused we don't hurt Boss's profit!" Lone Zombie: "Or so he thinks!"
