The Horribly Slow Murderer With the Extremely Inefficient Weapon/Fridge

Fridge Logic
"Jack: Table for one, please. Oh, him? He'll be standing behind me, hitting me with a spoon. Yes, it hurts like fucking hell. Hey, Ginosaji, you hungry? I've heard the soup here is amazing... Y'know what? I'll get a bowl of the daily special, and if you get hungry, take a break from whacking me and try some. When's that waiter getting here?"
 * YMMV, but when you think about it, Jack going to a restuarant to eat seems kinda funny when you think about it:


 * Being hunted by an unstoppable spoon-weilding zombie isn't exactly sanity friendly.