Who wants to die?

[Oprah]

Vote!

[Joe Jack Onassis]

I am truly disappointed, Oprah.  How could you suggest that one of us could randomly die?  Us, the major characters!  Who do you think you are?  George R R Martin?  And to have us vote on it?  That is even more cruel than the first time you unleashed Dr Phil Mcgraw on an unsuspecting public.  How are we to choose such a thing?  Who should we pick?  Lets start with the first one on your list, Johnny the Croc.  Sure, he's an easy choice.  After all, the black guy always gets killed off in horror movies.  But let's think back upon all that he did for us:  he sacrificed an arm, he fed us gourmet MREs, he beat a little zombie kid to death with the undead skull of another little zombie kid.  How can we vote against him?  And Sister Bea?  Our shining light amidst this madness?  I have seen the power of her lord unleash itself upon these evil beasts that walk our new Earth and I can TESTIFY!  It ain't pretty.  Besides, you can't kill off the religious person.  The last time that happened was in the Bible, which is why nobody reads that anymore.  Hua?  Half of the love story in this tale?  One third of the reason that the apocalypse happened in the first place?  She needs time to redeem herself, and time to bear Joe Jack's half-chinese children.  Clem?  Who...  shot... somebody.  And did stuff?  Buck?  Our ever-positive mechanic whose skills, elbow-grease, and pure luck have kept us one step ahead of the undead man?  Or poor, disfigured Uma?  Hasn't she suffered enough, Oprah?  No face, no future, no one to love her (sorry, Uma, I'm already spoken for).  Should we condemn her just for having the pluck to survive?  And what about our hero, Joe Jack?  Should we just damn the one person who has the capability to...  hold on a minute...  I'm actually not even on the voting list...  umm...

Can I change my vote from "truck" to "Johnny?"  I mean, he is kinda like the black guy in a horror movie, right?

[Oprah]

I thought you were dead already. Ehh mmm... I mean... I thought your pseudonym was "the Truck". 

[Joe Jack Onassis]

I thought your pseudonym was "the Truck". 

That's what Hua calls me.

[hoa nguyen]

I thought your pseudonym was "the Truck". 

That's what Hua calls me.

As creepy and stalkerish as you've become, I figured you'd at least know how to spell my name.

[Brand Nar Gath]

JJ is a phonetic stalker.

[hoa nguyen]

JJ is a phonetic stalker.

I'm sure if they phones still worked, he would be breathing heavy into the receiver.

[Oprah]

Misspelled names, missing names...   OK. OK. Oprah will no longer post anything while hi.

[Brand Nar Gath]

Oprah hun don't make promises you can't keep.

[hoa nguyen]

Misspelled names, missing names...   OK. OK. Oprah will no longer post anything while hi.

Oprah, can you help a sister out? Buck's bag dried up a long time ago.

[Johnny The Cook]

Misspelled names, missing names...   OK. OK. Oprah will no longer post anything while hi.

Oprah, can you help a sister out? Buck's bag dried up a long time ago.

I can help you out baby. I scored some sweet morf at the hospital. Your works or mine?

[hoa nguyen]

Misspelled names, missing names...   OK. OK. Oprah will no longer post anything while hi.

Oprah, can you help a sister out? Buck's bag dried up a long time ago.

I can help you out baby. I scored some sweet morf at the hospital. Your works or mine?

Nah, ain't my thing. Find any chronic, you let me know.

[Joe Jack Onassis]

I thought your pseudonym was "the Truck". 

That's what Hua calls me.

As creepy and stalkerish as you've become, I figured you'd at least know how to spell my name.

"Hua" is my pet name for you.  It's chinese for "Sugartits."

[hoa nguyen]

I thought your pseudonym was "the Truck". 

That's what Hua calls me.

As creepy and stalkerish as you've become, I figured you'd at least know how to spell my name.

"Hua" is my pet name for you.  It's chinese for "Sugartits."

I don't see how you're qualified to judge tits. Your mama's tits are the only ones you've ever had.

[Joe Jack Onassis]

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I don't see how you're qualified to judge tits. Your mama's tits are the only ones you've ever had.

Don't worry, baby.  Lucky for you, I don't judge.