Takeout?
BRITTANEE BYTES — THIS GIRL HAS A SERIOUS APPETITE!
Some people can’t function without their morning coffee. Brittanee Bytes has an entirely different breakfast requirement!
From Boss Fight Studio’s Vitruvian H.A.C.K.S. Series Z collection comes Brittanee Bytes, a delightfully disturbing addition to the world of zombie action figures.
Standing approximately four inches tall in 1:18 scale, Brittanee features wonderfully gruesome sculpting, tattered blue jeans, a bloodstained shirt, and the unmistakable complexion of someone who hasn’t seen a dermatologist in quite some time!
Her accessories include a hatchet, blade, interchangeable hands, and even a smartphone. Apparently, the zombie apocalypse hasn’t completely eliminated our dependence on technology!
The articulated figure utilizes Boss Fight Studio’s customizable H.A.C.K.S. system, allowing collectors to mix and match compatible components for their own creations.
Perfect for horror enthusiasts, zombie apocalypse dioramas, and collectors looking to expand their undead population, Brittanee brings plenty of personality to the Series Z lineup.
She’s fashionable, she’s frightening, and she’s definitely NOT a vegetarian!
Meanwhile, in the Maulsworld Warehouse…
The Dogfather was examining Brittanee Bytes when Middle Management Cat approached.
“Another new arrival?” asked the Chonk.
“Zombie. Extremely dangerous. Particularly fond of brains.”
The Chonk considered this carefully.
“Well, that eliminates several employees from immediate danger.”
The Dogfather glared at him.
“This is SERIOUS!”
“Agreed. Does she eat tuna?”
“No. BRAINS!”
“Excellent. No competition for my lunch.”
The Dogfather pointed toward her accessories.
“She’s carrying a hatchet AND a smartphone!”
The Chonk nodded approvingly.
“Perhaps she’s ordering takeout.”
“She’s a brain-eating ZOMBIE!”
“Then we should probably keep her away from upper management.”
“Why?”
The Chonk straightened his whiskers.
“Too much responsibility. Not enough nutritional value.”
The Dogfather sighed.
“Where are we putting her?”
“Accounting.”
“ACCOUNTING?!”
“Certainly. Everyone there already looks like a zombie by Friday.”
