It's been more than 24 hours since the men in white coats whisked our Friendly Neighborhood Zombie away and -- boy, howdy -- what a difference a day makes. The ZIT (Zombie-in-Training) changed tables today, assuming the Zombie's usual position by the condiments bar. But can he fill the Zombie's shoes? Something tells me he'll pop under pressure. Meanwhile, as for the Zombie, rumor has it the authorities are performing a DNA analysis on his bright, blue dress. It's about time someone ran some tests on all those blood stains ...!