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Ah well. I suppose when one is being chased by putrid zombies, one has little time for altruism. What could I do but throw my dear friends Binky and Buster at those gaping zombie maws? I've always thought that an undead invasion merited the every-man-for-himself doctrine.

Still, it is awful lonely in this deserted internet cafe with only the ghost of dear George Orwell to keep me company.

GEORGE ORWELL: Harrumph! I wouldn't keep you company if you were the last bratling in this smelly hole of a town--oh, bother.

I think the corpses of trendy college kids just smell this bad to spite me.

See all you survivors on the flip side.

P.S. Confused?

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P.S. Yours was soooooooooo much better!