[. . .okay not really. Chobe's like a cockroach, you gottaa do way more than that to get rid of him. Still, he does seemingly appear dead for a good bit longer than usual. It's been a long damn time since someone's landed a 'fatal' blow on him, and the flower inside him has to switch gears to get everything back in working order.

It starts with a thin vine sprouting from the stump of his neck. A lone flower bud on the tip of it expands, opening and blooming into a single, perfect working eyeball, one that locks eyes with the hero, wide as ever. Can one tell if someone is laughing just from a single eye? Bitch, maybe.

From there, Chobe begins to de-corpse himself. Already his arms move even without a head, pushing himself up and gripping at the games for balance as he stands. Not really beating the zombie allegations. More vines emerge from his neck, looking more like thrashing worms as they rebuild his fat, muscle, and bone, a human face gradually forming as a gargled voice cackles from the forming jaw.]

Hoooh, feeling SPICY today! Have a change of heart on the whole killin' blow thing?

[Just a few more seconds, and his skin is fully in place, blooming a full head of hair, and still sporting his permanent scars and dead eye. He spits off to the side.]

Or didja just bank on me coming back? Thought I was gonna make fun of yer name? Cuz don't worry, that's still coming.