exit stenciled in him?

An Exit is Stenciled in Him?

‘A WHAT IS WHATED IN MY WHAT?’ Harrold thought bubbled. Having never heard such befluffder before, he wondered if it meant his sanity was cracking... that was the troubling thing about sanity. it only troubled you when you were troubled with its cracking, and of course, if he was just now worrying if it was cracking, it had probably long since cracked, and the only thing troubling over it now would do is make him a cracked man having an anxiety attack. He felt like an Al Jaffe Cartoon.
“The exit you are searching for is evidently stenciled inside you… somewhere,” said the strangely thin nosed man with the nearly bald head. “So, um, I suppose you wish to thank me, hmmmmmmm?”
Harrold’s response was simply to gawk hurumphilly, and walk away. Such was the proper ediquette of zombies such as Harrold. Not that Harrold would know that, for he knew not of his zombification, nor bothered to wonder about the changes his life had taken since he first smoked the pipe… what pipe? Harrold has no idea either. All he knows today is that shopping is to be done, or Marley and Tila will be outraged. And he was most interested in their rages remaining safely heald within their pastey chests.