Austin's
been watching Freakish. About, SURPRISE! The zombie apocalypse. At an
average high school. I've only watched a few minutes, but the acting
is terribly melodramatic and the story line is clearly aimed at teens.
Austin complains relentlessly about the show, but he keeps watching.
Austin:
And the pregnant girl dies. Which shouldn't
surprise me. You can't have a pregnant girl during a zombie
apocalypse. It's just a bad idea. Crying baby? You're bait. You
attract zombies. Any apocalypse, bad idea. You're bait. The only
apocalypse this is good for is if man-eating aliens came down from
the skies and started devouring our masses. Then having babies is a
good idea, but only to keep our alien overlords fed.
Me:
You know what that means.
Austin:
Yeah, men would be eaten first. Only a few men would be kept alive
for breeding stock. The young, the healthy. The virile.
Me:
They're eating you first, Bubby.
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