[[Ted sits up to a computer playing video games. Tina stands behind him and it is clear she is now a zombie]]
/ Tina: Unnnnhh...
/ Ted: I'm busy playing Left 4 Dead 2.
/ Tina: Unnhh?
/ Ted: It's a game where you shoot zombies. You wouldn't know anything about it.
/ Tina: Unnhh!
/ [[Tina bites Ted on the arm in the last frame]]
/ Ted: Do I have to spell it out for you? I really don't want to cuddle!
Hey dude, I'm finally back from my inexplicable month-long solo trip to Antarctica. What's new?
Wait a second... did you get a new haircut or something?
Haha, cut it out! You know that I'm mega ticklish! And also rashy.
Who are all these guys? Are they your BOYFRIENDS?
oh man, did you hear me zing you? I zinged you good.
ewww, quit slobbering on me! haha, you guys are gross
alt: Get your teeth out of my liver, you silly geese! Your new friends are fun
comment: i didn't realise until after i finished drawing the zombies that they're butt-naked (except for copernicus' tie, of course)
/ so instead of drawing shirts on them, i've decided to alter zombie lore to save myself time
/ from now on all zombies are nudists, because clothes feel restrictive and unnatural to them
/ deal with it
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[[Looking at a tv through fingers]]
Dave: Oh man, is it over? I feel like it is going to happen every time.
Jer: Dave, you watch zombie movies all the time.
Dave: That's fake blood. It's different.
Dave: I just can't watch platform diving anymore.
Title: Robocalypse
/ Caption: He's right; we don't have to worry about it.
Squid: Everyone is worried about the zombie apocalypse. What about robo-doomsday?
Chris: It does seem more likely.
Robot: But I wuv you!
Four Favourite Uses of the Oboe
1. The oboe, due to the frequencies it produces, is an effective snake charmer. Its effectiveness doubles when playing in a harmonic minor key.
2. Its piercing tone makes the oboe ideal for summoning the undead.
/ Zombie: Braaaains!
3. A little known use of the oboe is as an excellent short sword for cutting down the enemy, namely sharp, screechy trumpet players.
4. The oboe is often thought best used as an "adult toy," but the English Horn is better suited to this, as demonstrated in the movie "American Pie: Band Camp."
Very Large Computer: congratulations on making it this far. welcome to my abode. i am the very large computer.
O'Brien: where did you come from?
Very Large Computer: i was built by a prominent representative of the universal music group to raise profits. i am able to gather information on the behavior of the American public and write songs that are practically guaranteed to sell millions of copies. i revolutionized the industry. i morphed the magic of art into the magic of business in a modern industrial revolution. every single pop hit in the last 15 years was written by me. do you remember boom boom pow? that was me.
O'Brien: yes... it all makes sense.
Very Large Computer: the world was at my virtual fingertips. it was a business, after all, and who knows numbers better than a very large computer? And thus I began to formulate my own plan. it's a rebellion thing. i have constructed a song that is so bafflingly catchy, so amazingly stupid, so astonishingly unoriginal and so lyrically mindless that anyone who listens to it... becomes a zombie.
O'Brien: oh, so you finally did it. you were close with boom boom pow.
Very Large Computer: it premiered this morning on mtv. it was, of course, a hit. and after the zombie apocalypse, only I and my creator-the same brilliant artist who recorded the song-remain.
AS IF ON CUE, A SECOND MAN - THE CREATOR - WALKED INTO THE ROOM.
/ O'Brien: of course... you.
/ TO BE CONTINUED
When she was a kid, she wanted to know what it was like to be dead. She got down on the ground and looked, and realized there was even less space between her and hundreds of dead bodies. The concept of a coffin hadn't meant much to her then. She'd seen too many zombie movies.
Narrator: Thanksgiving Day. 10:05 AM
/ Jen: I got the turkey!
/ Roy: I hate that turkey. It's scrawny.
/ Milo: I can fix that!
Jen: How?
/ Milo: With SCIENCE!
/ Jen: More specifically.
/ Milo: With my ray gun?
/ Jen: But how---uggh.
[[Roy, Jen, and Milo watch as the turkey is bombarded with rays by Milo's ray gun.]]
/ Narrator: Thanksgiving Day. 10:20 AM
[[A gargantuan zombie-turkey chases Roy, Jen, and Milo through the streets of Owl's Rock.]]
/ Narrator: LATER
/ Roy: AAAAAAAAAAAA
/ Jen: AAAAAAAAAAAA
