I'm gonnadothesametechnique I didbefore, whichwasgetthemout.
Theminecarandsmackemthatseemedtowork.
Fine.
Comeon, mypretty.
Therewego.
RightIsgoingnotyouin.
Thenhewasgonnaget a littlesmack.
Thisthis.
Ah!
Ah!
Thisisperfect.
I finallyfiguredout.
Right, Mine.
Cut!
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's dothis.
Youcomewithme.
Comeon.
MeGloriaSite, I promiseyou.
Getin.
Thinkitstops.
Spithead.
Do I havegotthisdown?
Oh, mygoodness.
Right.
I shoulddefinitelyhavethisdonebysunset, but I don't eventhink I needitdoingitthisway.
What?
Youjustpunchthemin.
ButwhydoyouneedSunsetfouris a zombie?
All I needis a zombietofollowmeawayupso I canputmein a cauldron, whichisgonnabedifficult, youknow, I mightdo I mightmake a zombie a leathercap, andthenheshouldbeabletostayaroundfor a bit.
Right?
Oh, I need a nametag.
I'vejustrealised I need a nametag.
I thinkyouhavetonamethezombiessohedoesn't disappear.
Thatcouldbe a problem.
Let's pushyoudown.
ThisthisbigBob's bigwinds, right?
Why?
I canwritethisdown.
Let's go, guys.
Let's actuallyenjoyourselveswhilemydoing.
Whyhave I beenrunningallthewaydownwhen I couldjustdothisvillagesofhavingallthefun?