From Flesh and Blood

Do you see this lunkhead? His pallor might be a little off, but he's the key to the secrets of the Wandering Island.

Right away I thought: who better to tell us what is going on here than a member of the local undead? The only problem is that these overly aggressive skeletons are refusing to speak with us. The desire to kill will only dissipate once their arms, legs, and head have been ripped off, and then they'll lack any means of communication. It's a vicious circle.

Then I decided to move a little faster, to make a creature that would obey me like child obeys a parent. Since it's made from the bodies of local undead, including, of course, their brains, it will have the necessary memories.

Well then, let me introduce you: this is Meathead. Don't expect a response, though. That's the problem. He's not finished. There's not much time, and I still need a lot of bones and flesh - the same dead flesh that's wandering around here in abundant quantities. Will you give me a hand?

Tep is my meal ticket! Two graduate degrees and a doctorate - these are not just scraps of paper.

You don't think I could put a spark into this heap of flesh and bones? Nothing to it! Give me the material and I'll turn modern science on its head!