I don’t think we have a chance in this zombie apocalypse. To my right is daddy. To daddy’s right is Hemi. To Hemi’s right is air. We are totally in trouble here at the Hotel Thompson.
I called mom at work and asked her what was to her right. Lowers head and prays. It’s a calculator. Can you 10-key someone to death? Snorts with piggy laughter.
What’s your weapon my friends?