Honestly, I’d make the zombies try to get in line for my mixtape drop—if they’re already on the brink of doom, they’ll take any beat that can get them to the dance floor, right? Picture a whole scene where a villainous DJ is blasting tracks, the undead swaying, and I’m the comic book hero who’s just tripped over a banana peel—boom, the apocalypse is saved by a killer beat!