Legal humor here.
“Seriously, Joan, it would be so much simpler just to wean them off human flesh. Shouldn’t dum-dum slugs be a total last resort?”
“That’s right, kids. Finger food without all the fingers! You’re going to love it!”
“Thank God they’re French! They’re going crazy for the sautéed cerveaux!”
“Joan, I’m no zombie psychologist, but I think that saying “Sayonara, sucker!” each time you pull the trigger is just pissing them off!”
“This is unbelievable, Joan! I told you we should open a restaurant!”
“Pick out a fat one, sweetheart. Eddie’s going awfully fast.”
“Easy, kids, easy! If you fill up on the potato salad, you won’t have room for corn on the cob!”
“No one spiked the punch, Joan! You’re letting your imagination run wild!”
“I’d love to see you take out three of these fuckers with one bullet, Joan. But I’d love it a lot more if you’d start helping with the coleslaw!”
“And you thought no one was going to show!”
