The Best Apocalypse Ever | -ep.6- -dezgemadev-

The Y fell off my shirt, not my brain.

Mmrphlgl.

—then we hit the siren on the scooter, and when they lean in to bite the sweet, sweet mobility aid? BAM. Vacuum to the face.

I will not be censored, Val. We lure them with the Cinnabon aroma— The Best Apocalypse Ever -Ep.6- -Dezgemadev-

I hate that that worked.

SCENE 2 – THE JAMBA JUICE, NOW A WAR ROOM.

He flicks a switch. The Dyson roars to life. A zombie shambles into frame. The vacuum hose attaches to its forehead. The zombie’s face gets sucked into the canister like a sad, gray smoothie. The Y fell off my shirt, not my brain

See? Disarmed. Metaphorically and literally. Its nose is in the dustbin.

Number three is a war crime.

That’s just Kevin. He ate six yesterday. He’s emitting pure gluten terror. We lure them with the Cinnabon aroma— I

Same thing!

We’re going to die!

points at a crude map drawn in ketchup.

We did it. We saved the apocalypse.