All right, guys, the only way we're gonna make it out of this alive
is if we stick together.
- So-- - My friends call me "coach"!
- Coach. - Jenny Lane!
Goddamn it.
Okay, the safe room is just a couple of rooms away.
When the doors open, just run like hell and we should be fine.
All right, just let me get out my little Desert Eagle.
Perfect.
Jenny Lane!
Okay, everyone get in!
(zombie snarls)
That is the scariest fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
Hey, look! Lazer beams.
(screaming)
(muffled voice) Would you shut up?! I'm trying to masturbate up here.
What'd he say?
He says he wants some good ol' fashioned cola.
What?! Why?
He gon blow up the truck and clear the way.
I would've just suggested walking around it, but whatever.
(crazed laughter)
(screaming in pain)
Football!
Yeah!
Hey, jackass, we got your coke.
You want me to just drop this in the box or what?
Goddamn it! Just get away from here!
'Kay. Guys, we're walking around it!
Jenny Lane!
A mall...how original.
We can use that car to drive out in style!
It has no gas, you moron.
Yeah, but there's gas cans scattered around
for just such an occassion!
Oh, well this should be easy--
(screaming)
That must be the feller who masturbates all day long.
(screaming, thuds)
Baby, I used to go here as kid!
And look, Ellis, it's Kiddy Land!
Do I look like some sort of queer to you?
(whump!)
Hey, I wonder what these things do.
(fireworks whistle)
Grabbin' pills.
Grabbin' puke?
Grabbin' heroin. Uh, I mean adrenaline.
(gibberish)
[?]
Huh. I wonder why they call this one Hard Rain.
(shrieking)
Damn, baby, there be like three witches over there.
Oh, that's okay.
Those five chargers in row five minutes ago
made me realize how fucked we are anyways.
Hey, look! Here comes another one.
Fuuuuuu!
Thank God this is almost over.
Yeah, looks like those planes are here to rescue us.
(whoosh)
Look, they're droppin' us presents!
(distant explosions)
Why are they explodin'?
I hope mine's a football.
GAAAR!