"So I guess you understand why I couldn't even look at Extras for the first week I was here. A couple of 'em sang over at Caritas." He shudders. "Even now, I wish there were more real people running things. I have to get my suits tailored by an Extra, and let me tell you, getting measured by one of those zombies with a measuring tape is like getting a patdown by Mickey Rourke after a morphine drip."