Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 14, 2007 12:46:53 GMT -5
"Meh" Tovarisch says, stumbling toward the construction crew. "Did I ever tell you the story about me being a super zombie?"
The eyes of the construction crew grow wide with a mix of excitement and fear.
"My brother, Ivan, says there might still be some side effects. The occasional aching limb, or the hunger for human flesh."
Tovarisch grinned, grabbing the arm of the nearest construction member firmly.
"Brother says he might not be able to cure it..."
The crewman yanks his arm away, and he and his comrades flee from the bar.
"DJ!" Tovarisch shouted. "I not hungry for flesh, I hungry for hot po-err vodka!"
The eyes of the construction crew grow wide with a mix of excitement and fear.
"My brother, Ivan, says there might still be some side effects. The occasional aching limb, or the hunger for human flesh."
Tovarisch grinned, grabbing the arm of the nearest construction member firmly.
"Brother says he might not be able to cure it..."
The crewman yanks his arm away, and he and his comrades flee from the bar.
"DJ!" Tovarisch shouted. "I not hungry for flesh, I hungry for hot po-err vodka!"