Who the heck does my ex-friend, Survivor Sam, think he is?
Now he’s telling everyone about Mr. Security’s safety products.
I’m really getting upset.
I mean if he keeps this up, everyone will be prepared for the rising zombie apocalypse.
They will all have hidden cameras, door alarms, and zombie repellent.
When I catch Sam, he’s gonna pay!!!!
And, If I can get my one good hand on that Mr. Security guy, I’m gonna bite his leg off.
The last thing I need is for every woman out there to carry one of those wicked cool Hot Pink TASERS.
Those things really mess with what’s left of my brain.
I hate Sam!