Sure, they're bloated, rotting corpses that lurch around like drunks, but don't let that lull you near them. The cleavers they carry have taught some bitter lessons to careless adversaries. You're best bet is to air them out with a sawed-off shotgun at point blank range--assuming you've got the huevos to get that close to them!
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