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one night of the living dead type of evening....
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| you know....lately, i've been comtemplating my life as a zombie....this whole 'eating flesh' thing....is getting kind of old....what do you think....? | |
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| i think i'm going to have to kill you, before you start feeding on my flesh. | |
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| why can't you just accept me for who i am...?...a flawed creature, just like you....all i want is to be loved....is that too much to ask....? | |
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| yes. now die you commie pink-o zombie son of a bitch....! | |
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| it seems that you have injured yourself beyond the help of doctors....you do realize i will have to feast on your milky white, succulent flesh now, right....? | |
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