if i had enough time, id totally start singing-
"Oh my fuking shit, its a zombie hoard!
Jesus Chriiist, what the FUUUCCCKK
Oh my fucking God, fucking zombie whores!
holy shiiiiitttttttt! what the FUUUU-UUU-UUUCCCKKKK?!"
orrrrrr id say "h-heyyy!! gimme my arm back! i fucking need that!!!!!!!!"
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.