50 How trite.

Says:

How trite. I can’t believe he’s really trying that of all things. It’s just so tired and bored, I can hardly stand it. I suppose I’d better go show him what’s what.

“Johnny, sweetheart, darling. You’re doing it all wrong,” I tell him, “You’ve just got to do it with more pizzazz.”

I walk through the clamoring crowd to him and grab his guns from him. “See, try doing more spins and tossing your guns about in the air. Oooh, and maybe let out an ‘Ay carumba!’”

The poor dear doesn’t get it, so I begin to demonstrate. I hop onto a table in the crowded restaurant and begin to spin arms held out wide and guns ablaze. Some of the swarming patrons fall dead while the rest come forward slowly. I strike a pose as one of them begins to grab at me. I wink at Johnny before dramatically spinning both guns above my head then letting them reek havoc on the scum.

Johnny smiles as I toss him one of my guns. I catch a glimpse of him doing a behind the back shot and my heart skips a beat. He’s finally getting it.

“It’s like I always tell you Johnny,” I say with a smile, “if you’re going to kill zombies do it in style!”