When I was young, my father always wished I'd grow up to be a champion juggler. It was in my blood he would tell me. He would say it flowed through my VEINS!
What's your point?
Excuse me? Right in the middle of my story, you cut me off rudely... I just don't get you, man!
Well, those zombies are going to break in and they are going to eat us. I don't care about this juggling back story. Just get to the point!
The point is... I'm gonna use my archery skills and JUGGLE SOME DEAD ZOMBIES TO MAKE MY DEAD DAD PROUD!
Ugh... That was a horrible catch phrase for me to hear before leaping into zombie battle with you. Terrible!
