I knew a Zed who enjoyed the dead, he listened to Al Cooper while sniffing their heads. We were friends with a Zex who enjoyed his sex, who didn't mind humping lumps of warm fuzzy bread. These beasts were bizarre, with crosses and stars scared upon thars, who sipped fermented peaches on rotten fish beeches, where never a dull moment was ever within reaches. I write about them since it's far from the truth, and to help you realize that I'm the Anti-Suess!