Madeline (internal): Why oh why did I drink 56oz of soda before coming here?
Brett bites his lip, knowing that if he opens his mouth, the remainder of his breakfast burrito will once again try to escape.
Madeline decked out in her "sexy librarian that just woke up at 5 in the morning on a Sunday to travel a hundred miles in the rain and do a job for no pay" getup.
Not bad, but something isn't quite right....
Madeline's neck tasted of honeysuckle, ginger, and a hint of Jim Beam.
Already in wardrobe, the fearsome threesome start to wonder which of them smells like hobo. And which of them smells like dead hobo.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; proud of their ragged wardrobe.
Green is the new tan.
Sean practices his 'mildly surprised yet disinterested zombie' look. Brett prepares to tickle him.
Sean: Hulk feel...hulk feel...hulk feel the same. Quick, someone hit me with a 2x4.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; realizing all the zombies in this movie are homeless British street urchins.
Zombie farts were even funnier than normal ones.
The lapcam gets em every time.
Madeline had always wanted to get her hair styled by Moby.
