Range 15 Page #5

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- Just like all the others.

- You guys ready?

Let's go.

To the whiskey truck.

- F*** bro, I need some food.

Killing zombies really

works up an appetite.

- Hey man, be careful in there.

Do me a favor, grab your rifle.

- Do you see you where we are?

Pretty sure it's abandoned.

Anyone else?

- Anything that

rhymes with beer.

- It's great to see that the

zombie f***ing apocalypse

hasn't changed you.

Grab me some kill cliff.

- Got it.

- I'll take some goldfish.

- That's a children's

snack, you fat f***.

- I do have a

boyish quality about me.

- And it shines through

like heavens light on

to all of us.

- Anyone else?

- Seriously man, stay

away from the glass.

I don't want you

getting yanked through.

- Bro, do you see

how f***ing big I am?

You know how big a

mother f***er would have

to be to f***ing pull

me through a window?

- Surprisingly, I'm

with Nick on this one

because if this

was a zombie movie,

you'd be getting ripped

through that glass

right about now.

- Mat, this isn't

a zombie movie.

- Mother f***er, let's

go, let's go, let's go.

- Sh*t, did you see the size

of that mother f***ing zombie?

- F***ing men.

- Are you infected?

Answer me.

- You tell me dude.

Whoa, you gonna shoot

me for stealing?

- What?

- That's right, I'm

slurpees for free and sh*t.

What up?

Lights were out, so I

came in to get mine.

Know what I'm saying?

- Hey f*** stick, it's the

zombie f***ing apocalypse.

You can literally take

anything in here if you wanted.

- Oh sh*t, for real?

God it's hot in here.

That's why I stripped down.

Skins a natural

coolant, my uncle says.

Level with me bro, shits

for real free free?

Cause I kinda feel like I'm

being mind tricked here.

- Mother f***er,

get the f*** out!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, man.

Hey, doll dick.

You look like Randy Quaid

with downs syndrome.

- Randy Quaid is

an American legend.

I loved him in Chaddyshack 2!

Why'd you make me do this?

- Hey Rocco, Rocco.

- Sh*t, if he's a zombie,

I get to kill him.

- He's my f***ing friend.

- It doesn't

matter, I called it.

He's like a 12 point buck.

- Oh my f***ing god.

- Jesus tap dancing

Christ, what the f***?

- You guys want to give

me a f***ing minute?

- For the first time in

my life, I have no words.

- Is it weird that

I'm kinda in to it?

- You have a doll glued

to your cock, Jack.

So no, not really.

- This is some barrack sh*t.

I'm gonna get some

freedom fudge.

- I'll get some with you

too, don't tell Heather.

- Who's next?

- Is there supposed

to be that much blood?

- I hope so.

- Oh sh*t yeah, f***!

- Okay, I'm good.

Time to go, Jack.

- I want one.

- Yeah, yeah.

- You ready, zombie f***er?

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