Brogan: hi
Brogan: <makes a nice hi face>
Snam: hello there
Brogan: <smiles> hi
Snam: < waves >
Brogan: <does a cabbage patch>
Brogan: <waves slowly>
Snam: < hides half chewed head behind back >
Snam: what is up
Brogan: nothing
Brogan: i had a friend coming over
Brogan: did anyone come by?
Brogan: <offers Snam a cookie sandwich>
Snam: thank you, i'm not really hungry. big lunch. your, friend...haven't seen him...her?
Snam: < wipes mouth absently >
Brogan: where did you have lunch?
Snam: i, uh packed it. was really proactive last night.
Brogan: ya? that's odd. what did you eat?
Brogan: are you gangsta? you look nervous
Brogan: everything ok?
Brogan: you umm.. there, guy?
Brogan: <notices something about Snam's breathing, reaches for weapon, but slowly>
Snam: i just think i'm a little tired is all
Snam: < backs up slowly >
Brogan: yes, yes of course you are.. perhaps a nap then? you... you're certain nobody stopped by then.. to see me.. guy?
Snam: you mean like that guy? < points behind Brogan >
Snam: < enters bathroom, closes door >
Brogan: damnit
Brogan: <pulls out cannon>
Brogan: YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. YOU ATE MY FRIEND.. AGAIN
Snam: < drops head into toilet tries to desperately flush >
Snam: hUh? ME? no way man. just...having a bit of diarrehea
Snam: go down you fucking head go down
Brogan: I could smell brains on you when I walked in
Snam: < steps on head >
Snam: flush you fucking ass
Brogan: <switches to heat seak>
Snam: HEY, UM WE'RE OUT OF TOILET PAPER, COULD YOU GO GET US SOME?
Brogan: no. no i can't
Snam: < looks up and sees air duct >
Brogan: not right now
Brogan: i have a zombie to pulverize
Snam: < crawls into air duct >
Brogan: <charges up, fires>
Snam: WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY...UM
Brogan: <kicks down door>
Snam: < crawls fast, ass on fire >
Brogan: <looks up>
Brogan: asshole
Snam: WELP YOU KILLED ME, ARE YOU HAPPY?
Brogan: <looks down>
Brogan: aww man, tom.
Brogan: jesus
Snam: HEY THE GUY WAS AN ASSHOLE
Brogan: chewed off everything
Snam: TASTED LIKE SHIT TOO
Brogan: <jumps up, looks at Snam>
Brogan: i see you
Snam: < closes eyes >
Snam: can't see you
Brogan: <shakes his head>
Brogan: why do you have to eat people?
Snam: i'm
Snam: sick
Snam: i can't help it
Brogan: oh please
Brogan: <mimics Snam>
Snam: ok. truth? my mom used to dress me up like a girl.
Brogan: so why don't you dress like a girl then you fucking idiot.. what the hell does that have to do with anyone who stops by the house for chili night?
Brogan: i meant eating anyone
Brogan: why are you eating people?
Brogan: <goes back down>
Brogan: <gets head>
Snam: i lied. my mom never did that. i was molested by a school teacher.
Snam: and uh
Brogan: so why don't you molest people then? why do you keep eating our firneds?
Snam: gang raped by the pta council
Brogan: this is all sexual
Snam: i had a hard life
Brogan: oh
Brogan: oh that takes care of it then
Brogan: here
Snam: it's how i manage stress
Brogan: <throws tom's head down there>
Brogan: eat it
Brogan: all of it
Brogan: go on
Snam: no way man, i already ate the brain, the rest is gross
Brogan: no
Brogan: eat it right now or i'll fucking shoot you
Snam: you wouldn't
Brogan: Oh don't even test me right now
Brogan: eat it
Snam: how bout later?
Brogan: <points weapon at Snam>
Snam: i'm a little upset, talking about my dad raping me and stuff
Brogan: i'm gonna kill you if you don't eat
Snam: i've got a stomach ache, and bad credit
Brogan: go on, finish tom
Snam: mmmm, mmmm look i'm eating it
Brogan: tom who was an architect and had a dog
Snam: < smacks lips >
Brogan: EAT
Snam: ooh this is gross
Brogan: <throws up a little thinknig about a half eaten head from the toilet>
Snam: there's a piece of toilet paper stuck to it
Brogan: good, a napkin
Brogan: eat up
Brogan: eat the hair
Brogan: swallow that ear
Brogan: can't chew it forever
Snam: < starts to slowly back up farther down the vent >
Brogan: I'm gonna fire Snam
Brogan: you're gonna finish that head
Snam: < hears creaking and crunching >
Snam: < falls through vent into girls locker room >
Snam: < wonders why he's never tried this before, and wishes he hadn't brought a half eaten head with him >
Brogan: <scrambles>
Brogan: son of a bitch
Brogan: <hears screams>
Brogan: <jumps down, fires>
Brogan: oh crap
Brogan: blew some girls legs off
Brogan: crap, witnesses
Snam: < throws head into shower, girls come screaming out, hides in towel bin >
Brogan: <shoots everyone>
Brogan: now what Snam?
Brogan: i know you're in here
Brogan: i can just start shooting again until i hit you
Brogan: want that?
Brogan: <looks around>
Brogan: do ya, guy?
Snam: < plays dead >
Brogan: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v452/PhattyBoomBatty/RTshite/hasselhoffanimated.gif
Snam: my life is complete
Brogan: damn right
Brogan: wish you would shhut up
Brogan: <points ballsack at Snam, fires, ends it all>
Snam: sh sh shutupido
Brogan: aooh
Brogan: ah ah aooh
Brogan: you can ring my shuuuuu, uuu, uut. ring shut up
Snam: U-G-L-Y you aint got no alibi
Snam: shut up
Brogan: hey mickey you shut up, you shut up shut up shut up hey mickey
Brogan: <clap> shut <clap> up