Well, that didn't work out. We're stuck here again.
Don't worry. I have another plan.
I don't think I want to know.
See? We're in a pool of hot molten metal. By cooling it and forming it into a humanoid shape, I am creating a true robot from Hell, one that will terrorize all.
Yeah, as if anyone wants to talk to you, loser. Well, actually, I do have some suggestions about how you can grow your penis to a decent size, and something about a cash deal in Nigeria.
Now to check over to stripcreator and enter the new contest ...
Oh right, as if your `highbrow` jokes will fail to go over the heads of this motley mob. Give it up and do some work!
And now to work. Artificial intelligence, here we come!
he says to the bartender... so does anyone who works here have any brains
I kid you... everyone knows zombies aren't that articulate. What really happens is he shambles up to the bar and goes "NGURGKRGURGNRKLNGH", and Helen Keller's dog comes loping up to him.
So the plan is to kidnap Brad. When we do so, what will we do with him?
I've got an idea. There's a plane leaving for Hartford in a few hours. Let's put him in the big yellow overhead compartment. No one will find him there.
Help! Help! Let me out of here! Can anybody hear me? Help! I've been kidnapped! Someone let me out! Help! Please! Anybody! Hello? Is anybody out there? Get me out of here!
Thank goodness you rescued me.
Rescue, schmescue. Didn't you see the Fasten Seat Belt sign go on? Please return to your seat right now.