The Measure of Temperance

"...Moan..." "Are you well, Mr. Temperance?" "Hunh? Oh, yes, Ma'am, Miss Plumtartt, Ma'am, it's just that since we find ourselves stranded on this voodoo-drenched Carribean island, I thought it might be a good idea to practice acting like a mobile corpse, cause it's looking like we are up to our armpits in dead folks walking. My suspicion is that they're wanting to snack on our gray matter." "Indeed, Mr. Temperance, for I fear that if you, I, and our compatriots are not successful on this escapade, the entire planet could be threatened by cadaver cataclysm, eh hem?" "Yes, Ma'am, Miss Plumtartt, Ma'am, and don't let the singing and dancing fool you. This here adventure is full of scary circumstances, Ma'am, and that's a fact "