01-02-2010, 11:23 AM
Ray chased a fearful looking zombie around, panting hard. He wasn't even sure the zombie was scared, or if the evil dead COULD feel fear. All the coyote knew was that this was inhumanely fun, but at the same time, severely depressing. "Aw- what!? Even as zombies you won't hang out with me!?" He shouted, waving his paintball gun around. "EAT MY FLESH!! EAT MY FLESH DAMNIT!!"
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"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!"
