Ok, take a phrase like "call it a night", translate it literally into a language that doesn't have that phrase, use it in a sentence to a relevant bilingual person while scanning the processing activity in an FMRI... You see where I'm going with this?
/ OF COURSE I TOO WOULD.... LOVE... TO KNOW HOW YOUR BRAIN WORKS... DUDE.
/ ZOMBIE
/ LINGUIST
[[sign in futuristic city reads "for rent"]]
Well now that I am out of a job, time to find a cheaper place to live.
...rent is due on the fifth, and trash day is Tuesday. OH...and I'm a zombie. Hope that won't be a problem.
/ Nope, no problem at all.
Fro stands alone in Frank's Uncle Tom's cabin on WhitePond.
/ Fro: And that's when they realized they had eaten the baby!
Chuff, Simon, and Guy stand before a window. Guy looks out.
/ Guy: There's something outside.
/ Chuff: It's Torgo's zombie come to steal our mushrooms!
Cut to Fro at the entrence to the cabin. Guy is to the left and Simon is to the right.
/ Fro: I'm gonna go see what it is.
/ Simon: Wait, Fro. It could be a bear.
/ Guy: You said the bears wouldn't bother us!
/ Fro: Calm down. It's probably just a deer or some junk.
Simon, Emily, Frank, and Guy peer out the window backs to the audience. Chuff looks away from the window, nauseated
/ Fro: Hey, it's more of those giant monkeys. Bring some beer out for them.
/ Chuff: I'm not feeling so well, guys.
Same shot. Fro comes flying through the window. Glass shatters everywhere stained with blood. The others duck and cover.
Wigu: Ok, Dad. The TV has sound now.
/ Quincy: Woo hoo! "Science Cop!"
/ TV: This season, the Olsen twins are back -- from the grave! [on screen: undead Olsen twins lurch through a graveyard, one talking on a cell phone. "Mary Kate Olsen - Ashley Olsen - ZOMBIE TROUBLE"]
/ Quincy: Dammit, we missed the first part where they show how the victim dies all freaky! Now I'm gonna be confused the whole time!
/ Wigu: Sorry, Dad. Sorry I messed up your whole life.
/ Quincy: Hey, where you runnin' off to, Wigu? Don't you wanna watch "Science Cop" with your Dear Old Dad?
/ Wigu: I would rather watch "Oprah."
Comment: This is the maximum level of disdain Wigu can have for a television program.
Krelle: What brings you to Montreal, Joe?
/ Joe: I'm waitin' to die, I guess.
Krelle: Ohhh. Infected?
Joe:L What's it to you, kid?
/ Krelle (lifting her goggles): It's not that bad, you know.
Joe: Jesus Harold Christ! IS everyone a fuckin' zombie here?"
/ Krelle: Only the cool people. Have you been to see the birds yet?
Joe: The birds?
/ Krelle: The Church of the Phoenix. They're the ones you want to talk to if you're in the terminal stage.
Krelle: Helping people rez is sorta their thing.
so, i?ve been running it over in my mind for about three weeks. after several weeks of analysis, i see no way around the issue; jesus, was a zombie.
he was a jew. the romans killed him... he rose from the dead... probably bit lazarus, then shuffled off into the countryside to spread his ?word?. so, if all the christians today descend from the original jews converted by jesus...
... then transitively, all christians are zombies. think about it.
Struan: Do you want to see something FREAKY?
Friend: Um...
/ Struan: Check out this thing in my closet.
[[Struan and his friend peer into the closet.]]
/ Struan: Poke it!
[[There is a girl in the closet.]]
/ Girl: Gurgle.
Friend: Why is there a girl in your closet?
Struan: It's not a girl. It's an evil ghost, or a zombie or something.
Struan: Poke it!
[[The girl reaches out her hand.]]
/ Girl: Gurgle.
Friend: Ew! She's trying to touch me!
What was that gizm-oooo WOAH!
Zap!
That was a trip.
This GIZMO is my pocket grimoire. It can cast very simple spells and detect some entities such as zombies. It can also e-mail and fax.
Um, why are we in a coin laundry?
I'm not sure... but wait! It's detecting something at that door!
You mean the door with the zombie standing in front of it?
Yes, the um, door with the, um... oh the hell with it!
[[Biochemistry is all about making zombies, as any ignoramus knows*. And Exoth is taking biochemistry classes, sooo....]]
/ Exoth: I made him a zombie. We're now required by law to do the classic "Brain Eating Zombie ignores (insert name)" joke, which is funny, 'cuz it implies that he's dumb, get it? but, it's a lot of trouble to set up.
/ [[Exoth's freakishly deformed TA-DAA! gesture]]
/ Undead Zombie Roommate: Brains.
/ Chappy[Cowering from gigantic speach bubble]: Too many words!
/ [[*Not what biochemists know]]
Exoth: Since We're lazy, we cut out the middle of the joke. instead we'll goof off in this panel, then skip to the punchline. Try to use your imagination to guess what happened.
/ <<goof off>>
/ [[Exoth tries to beat the final boss of Final Fanatasy 2 on the gameboy]]
/ <<goof off>>
/ Undead Zombie Roommate: Brains?
/ <<goof off>>
/ [[Chappy munches on a jar of vitamin C because he heard it can enhance/extend an acid trip <<munch munch>>]]
/ <<goof off>>
[[Redead Roommate Zombie, Dead again, with same +3 Bastard Sword imbeded in skull AGAIN]]
/ Exoth: Now, Now, he's just a zombie, a Zombie that was VERY EXPENSIVE to make, understand?
/ Chappy: But he implied that I'm dumb! Grr!
