Disturbed- Indestructible
“How’s it going, Mark?”
“I’m still not talking to you, Steve.”
“But you just talked to me. Are you still mad about last month?”
“No. I’m happy that I listened to you and now I’m a soldier of the damned.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Sarcasm, Steve.”
“Sorry. The guy who turned me ate that part of my brain. His name’s Matt and we’re getting Indian tonight. Want to join us?”
“I had one of those for breakfast. Think I’ll watch my weight and eat a vegetarian. I tried to go Vegan, but they screamed too much.”
“I had the same problem with cheerleaders. Did you see what happened to Chuck?”
“Oh my god! That was hilarious. He still has the chainsaw embedded in his chest and his arms have been duct taped to his shoulders. They just flop around.”
“The boss said he’d fix him if he eats thirty brains by the end of the week. Have you talked to Kev? He said he was looking for you, Mark.”
“I think he’s still sleeping. Lucky bastard went vampire instead of zombie. No idea how that happened.”
“I heard it’s a one in five chance and there were five of us that night. At least we didn’t die for good like . . . what was his name?”
“It was a she and her name was Melanie. She’s a ghost and you had lunch with her last week. Though I don’t know what she ate.”
“Oh yeah. I get all of us confused at times. Who would have thought there were so many types of undead?”
“So, what happens when we eat everyone, Steve?”
“The boss said he’ll finally get a good night’s sleep. After all, this started becomes humans are too noisy.”
“I guess we were pretty loud. Don’t hear music and vehicles that often these days. Almost like we’re getting back to nature.”
“See, Mark? We’re talking and you’re happy this happened.”
“Screw you, Steve . . . I’ll see you for breakfast. I’m thinking French.”
“I’ll be there with a side of Canadian bacon. Later.”
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