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[Near the edge of the woods, there's a little boy methodically whacking a prone zombie with a 2x4 every time it tries to get up.
Whack.]
I told you--I don't even know what a "Texas" is!
[Whack.]
And don't call me Longhorn!
[Whack.]
...
Okay, Yorda, you can come out now--I think it's dead... mostly. Yorda? Yorda...?!
... great.
[Best not to mention the horns.]
((Aaaaaannnnd bedtime. I'll pick up tomorrow, once Gmail releases those email notifications it's been holding hostage. Back... ish. I'll be on and off throughout the day until later tonight.))
Whack.]
I told you--I don't even know what a "Texas" is!
[Whack.]
And don't call me Longhorn!
[Whack.]
...
Okay, Yorda, you can come out now--I think it's dead... mostly. Yorda? Yorda...?!
... great.
[Best not to mention the horns.]
((Aaaaaannnnd bedtime. I'll pick up tomorrow, once Gmail releases those email notifications it's been holding hostage. Back... ish. I'll be on and off throughout the day until later tonight.))