Skull-Zones*

Harold, awoke to his head pounding. He immediately picked up his cell piece and hit redial. He knew the last person he called was Samantha, however that was the only memory he possessed from the prior evening. Samantha answered...

"Why is my head pounding?" He asked.
"Too many Skull-Zones" She replied.
"Why is my nose broken?"...
"Too many Skull-Zones" she stated.
"Why am I soaked in piss?"...
"Too many Skull-Zones!" she exclaimed.
"Why do I believe in Jesus?"...
"Too many Skull-Zones" She wept.