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Ok, now fast.

Ok, one, two, three.

Please, God, let me get away on a technicality.

For a woman who is damn hard.

The weighs more than a weekend shopping trip.

- Hey, Limus, Leonard, what are you doing? - Crap.

- Hey come down,! - My feet hurt.

- If it was that I did not ...? - This is my house!

Oscillating immediately your ass here!

- Hey. - Dance Party.

- Hey, Dad. - Do not dance. Stop it.

- I'm sorry. - What are you doing this evening?

- Nothing. Well, something. - Nothing. Well, something.

You smell funny.

Ja. War stinklangweilig.

Whatever you have brought into my house, tomorrow it's gone.

- Roger that. - Yes, sir.

- See you later. - Bye.

No. Do not touch.

- I wonder ... - What he had on the jacket there?

Was?

I ... I've calculated how long we will sit for it.

Ok, it's still unconscious.

We still have a few hours to think about ...

before it begins to stink. We will sort it out.

Because my plan is something of awesome.

You know what? I would relax, Huffy.

You have for the first time in life a woman in your bed.

Dead or alive, which is quite an improvement.

Baby, do not you think, Leonard should go slow?

Ok, Mom.

And I want you bathe today.

Thank Mrs. Huffington.

Ok, I'll let you two alone now.

Hey. Hey, are you coming tomorrow forth early and help me with it.

OK. I know where we bury them.

In Grandmother's Garden.

Oh, you should have sex with her.

Do everything which you know that you must never do it again.

Plug her finger in the ass, lick her eyeball.

I tell anyone, I promise. Ok, I'm just saying.

It's only one night. Dare you f*** the brain from the body.

If you need anything, do not call, I do not want to come.

Hey, Mrs. Huffington, you have a ground beef rolls for me?

Crap!

Hi, I'm Danny. How can I help you?

Your robot has just spanked me and then beaten in the bushes.

Oh. Yes, no, very funny.

The stupid idiot asks me if I'd touched the sex doll immoral.

Did you?

Why must proclaim with us the message Limus never?

Him the Lord else has imposed treasure.

If, otherwise we'll be late.

- And I know how you hate that, honey. - I do.

God does not want us to be late.

- What is? - Nard.

- It is no longer there. - What?

The dead girl's gone!

Dominated a knife out of your chest?

- No. - Well then everything is all right.

Yes, we just hang over the city on posters,

that we are looking for a zombie.

- A zombie?

- Yes.

A naked zombie.

Toll, Nard, toll.

Search du mal from the house, I build the tent here.

Yes ... I do not hear you.

Good morning World!

- Who's there?! - It's me, Britney, b*tch.

Hey, where is she?

I think the ... The zombie is in the bathroom.

Ok.

Crap. F***ing sh*t.

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