The Farm Zombie's form began to fade and crumble, as its essence leaked from every orifice. "Is this my great reward for my unending toil and torment? Is this the end to my unnatural binding to undeath. How... gracious of the master to steal my life, then steal my freedom. And finally to release me into nothingness. Or am I merely set for a more heinous imprisonment still? Forgive me if I'm not thrilled."

Can you find the strength to laugh in your useless, frozen body? This beast that stands before you is horribly mishapen, a head that seems to dominate its body. It's breath chills the blood in your veins beyond freezing. The air around it hangs still, a haunting calm before it issues forth your bubbling red froth. You numbly grope for something... anything to use as a weapon. But more of their comically bulbous forms seem to coalesce from the ripping eddies of the blizzard. You find no other recourse but to throw your head back and laugh as the mountain closes in to take you.

The huge Ego Orb is less potent than many of the giant dinosaurs of the Lost Underworld. But its foul taste and rocky shell make it a poor meal choice. So they travel around the Lost Underworld with a smug, sickening grin. When one of these colossal spheres does perish, its shell remains - locked eternally in supercilious expression. When Tenda find these bodies they are repurposed into sturdy communal homes. Organs? No... seems the Orb was full of hot air.