Re: Your Brains Dissection“If Hollywood has taught us anything, it’s that being trapped in a mall surrounded by a million zombies would be really troublesome. But how much more annoying would it be if the head zombie used to be your co-worker, and he was kind of a prick even before he got infected? And now he’s right outside and he just keeps talking and talking - still the same jackass, only now he wants to eat your brains?” –Jonathon Coulton I don’t want to nitpick, Tom, but is this really your plan? To spend your whole life locked inside a mall? Maybe that’s OK for now but someday you’ll be out of food and guns And then you’ll have to make the call I’m not surprised to see you haven’t thought it through enough You never had the head for all that bigger picture stuff But Tom, that’s what I do, and I plan on eating you slowly All we want to do is eat your brains We’re not unreasonable, I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes All we want to do is eat your brains We’re at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise: If you open up the doors We’ll all come inside and eat your brains I don’t want to nitpick, Tom, but is this really your plan? To spend your whole life locked inside a mall? This is a joke off of Dead Rising, a game where the main character was trapped inside of the mall. Maybe that’s OK for now but someday you’ll be out of food and guns And then you’ll have to make the call In a mall, you only have limited resources. You don’t have an infinite amount of food and weapons, so you have to use what you have, and then what will you do when you’re running low or run out? I’m not surprised to see you haven’t thought it through enough You never had the head for all that bigger picture stuff Gloating from your co-worker, saying that you suck at thinking and that he’s better at the bigger picture. But Tom, that’s what I do, and I plan on eating you slowly According to him, that’s what he does, even though he doesn’t shut up anytime, so he’s not going to eat you anytime soon. All we want to do is eat your brains We’re not unreasonable, I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes All your zombie co-workers want to do is eat your brains. It’s not an unreasonable request to them, and no one going to do anything dumb like eat your eyes. All we want is your brains. All we want to do is eat your brains We’re at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise: We still want to eat your brains. Maybe we can have some sort of a truce? If you open up the doors We’ll all come inside and eat your brains Why don’t you just open up the doors, and we can sit down and talk this out like real men. Your brains to my teeth. |
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