Bong of the Dead Page #5

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It's not that.

We have no more weed.

You're an idiot. We'll fix it soon.

Now get some sleep.

Should I spooning all day,

or do you stand up and help?

Get some clothes on and meet me in

workshop in five minutes.

Now!

- Have you mastered it?

- No, the generator has been passed.

I probably have one lying somewhere.

- It's too wild.

- What are you doing?

- Be careful with it.

- I destroy it.

Become nearby

so I can keep an eye on you.

- Do we agree? I mean it.

- I will.

He gets himself killed.

Become nearby!

I keep it runnning out more.

I'm sorry. Tommy can be

a bit of a spaz sometimes.

The guy is Canadian.

How did you meet?

We shared apartment. I lived there,

and he came by to buy grass.

- Okay, so now you're also pusher.

- No, not that way.

I bred some plants for myself.

A few dozen plants here and there.

I had rigged a place in the apartment,

where I could experiment.

Once bred, I am a hybrid of -

- Peach, apricot, plum and cherry.

I called it a fruit cocktail.

It was a heady mixture of

flavors. Very soft ...

It was good stuff.

So I planted some hemp.

The rumor was quickly dispersed.

All would have suffered.

One day Tommy knocked on the door,

and would buy a bag.

I said of course not.

I was not the pusher.

But the guy is good at trouble.

So ... I gave myself.

He began to buy, borrow and beg.

He came over every other day.

After the disaster ...

I guess he had nothing

other place to go.

He came by one day

and was stuck.

We've been best friends ever since.

How can you be

so judgmental?

- One does not become stupid of marijuana.

- Quiet, listen.

Are there any other survivors out there?

Do you hear me? If you have survived -

- Because you are smart enough to cope

meeting with a flesh-eating zombie -

- I will meet you.

In particular, if you have a vehicle

or if you have gasoline.

I am willing to swap ...

for food and shelter ...

They keep. We must do something. I

do not know if we are safe here anymore.

We are in the middle of nowhere.

There is then no chance that we

not safe here, or what?

- Tommy!

- Wait!

Oh, god.

What's wrong with you?

I told you to stay nearby.

What are you doing here?

- What is this all about?

- None of your business.

- It's a shower.

- What?

- It's a f***ing shower.

- Shut up.

- This is my shower. And you blew it.

- Me? You blew the head off.

Will someone explain what is going on?

Why is there a zombie

tied to a treadmill?

What the hell!

You're a totally twisted slut.

It is now pretty cool.

Cool or not.

It tried to eat me.

- Nonsense, it would Max never do.

- Yes, he tried to eat me.

As he tried to eat you

this morning when you bathe.

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