- make the trip, happy and healthy, and we’ll be seeing pictures of them in the sunny South any day now;
- go back to the shelter, because character is measured by how we treat those who can do nothing for us (there’s probably a lesson here for dim fake gingers);
- get bound in a burlap sack and tossed into the big river from the overlook at Eagle Point Park (probably a lesson here, too);
- enjoy being released into the wild, crime riddled streets of Clinton to be chased down and tortured by the town delinquents;
- Get shipped to Elkridge or Milwaukee, where decent people wait to clean up the impulsive mess left by a DUMBFUCK:
- take a rolling pin to the head and find their final rest in a shallow grave on 3rd Ave N?
Can the Zombie Horde think of other options?