"All women become like their mothers

[Sabamah]

and the good side of that story is that i woke up and i was not a zombie! i ate cereal for breakfast, not brains! hurrah!



(congrats on the raise, too, tripp!)

[regular tom]

how do we know you're not a zombie, bamah?  maybe you're dreaming crappity into existence?


 

[Tripp]

Was it Sugar Frosted Raisin Brains?

[Sabamah]

honey bunches o' brains.

[Sabamah]

seriously though, y'all, it was one of the most frightening dreams i've had in a long time. mostly because i'm horribly frightened of zombies. but it also challenged me morally. have y'all ever thought aboot what you would do if you were a rational zombie? hmm? would you sacrifice yourself or go on a brain spree?

[regular tom]

can zombies be rational?


(looking in tripp's direction for definitive answer)

[Sabamah]

can zombies be rational?


(looking in tripp's direction for definitive answer)

i just asking for a little "ootside the 'zombie' box" thinking here, caw.

[regular tom]

there's a zombie box?

[regular tom]

shit, i hope that thing stays closed.

[Sabamah]

shit, i hope that thing stays closed.

(nods head solemnly)

me, too, tom. me...too.

[regular tom]

we need a solemnly sincere smiley.

[regular tom]

but in answer to your question, bamah, i would say that yes indeed i would go on a brain spree.  and i'd eat the rest too, if'n i was hungry.

[Mister Chaddy]

Mmmm...brain spree.

[Mister Chaddy]

Congratulations, Tripp!  Did they give you a raise for coming in late?

[regular tom]

tripp redefines time with his presence.