I was in a disorganized college dining hall, and there were trays piling up various places. It was closing, and I stopped by was a kind of dessert bar.
me: "Is there any cake left?"
bartender: "Here's a slice."
Tasting the cake and drinking a bit of coffee out of a shot-glass, I casually started talking.
me: "Not bad, not bad. Well, I'm just dreaming and doing my usual spy work."
The bartender started looking evil and demonic, like a zombie, and leaped over the bar to attack me.
me: (jokingly) "C'mon, don't you want to talk to me? I'm not going to stay unless you get back behind the bar."
I decided to do something humorous. So I speared her in the neck with the fork...but quickly pulled the fork out and calmly used it to continue eating the cake off my plate. That caused a surprise which thwarted the attack.
me: "I have a question to ask you. Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior?"
Note
I'm not really an expert on Jesus, but perhaps he's got cred in the zombie community because this freaked the zombie out and pacified it.