[Zombie 3, Zombie 3, this is Zombie 2, do you copy, over?]
[Roger Zombie 2, this is Zombie 3, I have recovered Zombie 5, we spent the night in the friggin' jungle, boss, and as my Uncle Herb the Farmer used to say, "I'm et." What's the plan, over brackets?]
[*** **** it, Zombie 3, if you do that brackets thing once more, I will shoot your ******* ugly *** myself. O ******* ver.]
[Yow, Zombie 2, I am quivering with fear. Are we supposed to spend the rest of our brief lives here in the friggin' jungle breathing insects, or do you have something for us to do? O ******* ver. <gg>]
[What does the <gg> mean, Surfer...sorry...Zombie 3 this is Zombie 5, what is the meaning of the "<gg>", over.]
[****, 3, you see the **** you cause? ****. 5, <gg> means "grin", which is what 3 will be not be doing when I pop a cap in his ugly ******* *** in about one ******* minute. Now, listen up. Heh, heh. Listen up, you monkeys. Heh, heh. Zombie 1 says we can't move on the Club Panatour deal until we get a better idea of what's happening. There are some covert operatives we need to check out. Over.]
[Zombie 2, copy that. Anything in particular we need to look out for? Over.]
[Zombie 3, make a list. Don't go in any basements. Over.]
[Copy that.]
[Don't go in any attics.]
[Yeah, yeah. Next.]
[Zombie 3, don't eat the barbecued chicken. It's really iguana.]
[Copy that.]
[Don't stand under any green or blue spotlights coming from the sky.]
[Zombie 2, Roger Wilcox.]
[Cut that **** out, Surfer, this is serious. Don't drink any purple Kool-Aid.]
[Duh. Is that it?]
[Zombie 3, you two are to go to the Men's Attire Online and get some online clothes, and then R & R at the online party until further orders. Stay on Channel 1, I don't have Channel 5. Copy?]
[Stellar, Zombie 2. First we don't get paid, then we sleep in the friggin' jungle, now we spend our own online money on clothes? This sounds a lot like the last online gig except with chocolate chips and frosting. Uh...er...I think I'll online pass. Online over.]
[Zombie 3, it's up to you. Stay in the jungle for as long as you want, it's no sweat off my ******* *****. You can make up a credit card number, you remember how to do that, right? Over.]
[Zombie 2, You may have a flawed understanding of the situation. Since I still have the copy of the invoice I hacked from the "Twisted Sex-O-Rama" site you called in on last month, I can use your credit card number. Or would you rather this ended up in your wife's e-mail? grin grin Over.]
[Zombie 3, you ******* *******. You ********* ******** ********. (pause) OK. One pair of online slacks, one online shirt, and one pair of online shoes. That's it. Over.]
[Zombie 2, two pair real silk slacks, 3 real silk shirts, 2 pair real Italian shoes, 2 pair real socks and one friggin' real leather belt, EACH. Over.]
[Zombie 3, you ****. It's a good thing you're in the jungle. Deal. Over.]
[Bitchin'! Zombie 5, Zombie 5, switch to Channel 5 and charge up yer laptop, it's barbarcoa time, dude. Over.]
[Surfer, I mean Zombie 3, do they have fresh Chee-tos and Ring Dings and soda with ice that doesn't taste like sulfur?]
[All you want, Zombie 5. And real people, not like that porn site.]
[Wow. That sounds great. Real girls, too, huh? Hey, what does iguana taste like, Surfer?]
[Fortunately, Zombie 5, I don't friggin' know. Let's move out. Over.] |
