R: So, what color do you think I should put behind him?
J: I don’t know. Green? Purple? What is he, anyway?
R: A maggot-grub-thing.
J: I thought maggots were white.
R: He’s brown. He’s also been chopped in half and he’s smiling.
I am not exactly employing a lot of logic here.
Sheriff Nanner cannot abide lawbreakers.
What? No, no: he’s not up to anything, no way.
The zombie pigeon is so stupid it will eat its own brains… which makes it stupider, and then it eats more of itself. It’s a vicious circle but nobody cares about pigeons anyway, so good riddance.
The zombie kitten, now THAT’S tragic.
Are you going to tell him Disco’s dead?