Brogg:
Grisbane on high! What foul denizen of the earth's bowels have we unleashed this time!? Alas, Dave, Fist of Odin, he carries the enchanted mace we seek!
I stare hard into the lifeless eyes of the summoned zombie and cry: Back, back you rotting mockery of life! (I try to turn him) d20 BR: 16.
No offense, Zombie Mike.