I swear, if my typical work day of cutting stone and avoiding the boss turns into any kind of frantic-hair-raising-survival-at-all-costs escape from zombies, freakishly-mutated-craving-human-flesh-anything, or other humans running from a virulent plague, I will be PISSED!! On the plus side, I will at least have hours of video-game/movie/novel-gained expertise to avoid the fates of those people who, at the beginning of such adventures, invariably are slow on the zombie-holocaust uptake and die quickly after saying "what are those things?!?"
And don’t forget the obligatory copy of the Necronomicon ex Mortis that you got by saying:
Oh..and stock up on 12-guage double ought buckshot at your local S-Mart..
"Shop smart, shop S-Mart"…
Yes, I’ve watched that movie entirely too many times..
It’s either that or sit around contemplating Socrates last words: "I drank what?" (award yourself 10 bonus points if you recognize THAT movie…)
"This is my BOOM stick!!!"
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