Now I call my army of the dead, the Cauldron Born, arise, my messengers of death, our time has arrived.
"The dead make good soldiers. They can't disobey orders, never surrender, and don't stop fighting when a random body part falls off."
"Feeding a normal army is a problem of logistics. With zombies, it is an asset. Feeding is why they fight. Feeding is why they are feared."
"An army has filled the valley, but it's not like any army I've ever seen. There are no tents, no fires, no horses . . . just a sea of bodies, writhing and moaning, as if a pestilent village were sent to invade us."
"I almost envy them. They can't get frostbite."
They lived in different nations and fought in different eras, but as the Returned, they link arms as one.
Zombies are the perfect marshland fighters they don't need to breathe and they don't care what they step in.
Zombie guards! Seize him! Tell me that isn't fun to say.
— Judge Mentok, Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law