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(story:JESUSSANDWICH/screenplay: biped)
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| Aww! Lookit our little zombie fetus that we adopted! Isn't he precious? I'm gonna name 'im "Floyd, Jr."! | |
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| That's great, but what the hell're we gonna feed the ugly little fucker? | |
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| The witch doctor said he would hunger for the flesh of the recently unemployed! | |
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| Oh, great! I guess now we'll have to turn into serial killers! Well, I'll start making phone calls! | |
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| That's right, Floyd -- the company downsized and I was laid off. But it was nice of you to invite me for dinner. | |
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| Don't mention it -- ASSHOLE! Well, HOT TUB TIME! | |
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