SCENE: Howard sits in a small dark room, staring at the wall. His mother comes and stands in the doorway.
Mother What would you like for supper?
Howard (mumbles) Apes.
Mother Fresh out, I fear. We still have a cured ham, though.
Howard Apes taunt us with their twisted reflection of humanity, resembling our superior form in only the crudest fashion to insinuate that we ourselves are no more than animals, as though the bestial parody of our semblance were enough in itself to drag us down into their soulless mire.
Tales of the Atomic Zombie 