As a fan of Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey-Maturin series, I heartily endorse
this:
"Stephen, you stray from the point. There is a zombie climbing the halyards. Remove it. Feed it, sing to it, do what you must, but get it down before it entwines itself in the cat-harpings."
"Indeed I have fed it," snapped Maturin. "I laid in an ample supply of Portable Brains or ever we left the dock."
[...]
That evening, just as the Captain and Stephen were poised to launch into Handel's Creation (as transcribed for violin and violoncello), a wailing voice could be heard. Both men paused to listen. The words -- word, to be precise -- became clear.
"Ruuuuuuuummmmmmm!"
"Jack! You have debauched my zombie!"
(thx
Dr_Fidelius @ Tor.com)
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