it's the end of the world as we know it

[gundamkind]

Showtime.
Look lively. Install's done. Simulation is starting.

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[gundamkind]

I'll be there soon.

[puppetpocalypse]

Take your time.
I'm gonna actually pack some shit up in case the worst case scenario becomes a thing. Might as well be prepared for when shit hits the fan instead of scrambling when it already hits it.

[gundamkind]

Oh mother fuck.
Call me crazy but I don't think zombies are meant to operate heavy machinery.

[puppetpocalypse]

Wait, what?
Give it to me with actual details so that sentence actually makes sense.

[gundamkind]

Three words, Bro.
Zombies driving cars.

[puppetpocalypse]

That was what I was hoping you didn't actually mean.
I thought zombies were supposed to be brainless sacks of rotting carcasses that want brains. Who decided to give them driving capabilities.
Get your ass back here pronto.

[gundamkind]

Pretty much how they're driving.
Dave better be fucking pleased that I opted not to let him have a crash course today.
Woah.
Okay, I can't do this right now. Shit.
Bro I'll see you when we get home.

[puppetpocalypse]

Yeah, okay.
Get your ass straight into the apartment. No buts. Don't say hi to the neighbors or anyone else.
Just get here.

[gundamkind]

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