You simply cannot allow this moronic zombie to shuffle about aimlessly. For some reason you decide you must defeat this foe!!!
The obvious course of action is to summon a magical hammer with a ridiculous name.
There she is. Forged in fire by the smiths of Pipplemop, commissioned by the sage Lord of the Wozzinjay Fiefdom in the Realm of the Snargly Fruzmigbubbins.
It is so beautiful. You are so bewitched by its beauty, you are not sure if you can wield it.
You weep in each other's arms at its beauty.