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| Now where did I put that BBQ sauce?
Hmm, wasn't I gnawing on some childs leg around here yesterday... | |
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| Fear Me Mortal!
Thou Time Is Up!
Prepare For Thine Come-up-ence!! | |
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| Oh, Hi Mike. I'm looking for my BBQ sauce, I got a hot date in five minutes. Can I borrow your hair gel? | |
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| Zombie?! Is that you??! Woah, you're looking, uh, healthy today. Borrow my sauce, and I got some tallow for your hair. | |
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| Gee, your a real pal. Oh and I think I saw some kids crying at their mothers grave. Go get 'em tiger. | |
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