(Record scratch)
[It's way past a certain fourth grader's bedtime, but that's not stopping him from leading others. He's got a ragtag, lovable, underdog group of zombies that he's going to take to the Camp Zombie Football Championships. You might've even seen them practicing off in the distance. Coach Stan is a firm but caring no-nonsense leader, and his misfit group of players are learning valuable unlife skills both on and off the field.]
No, you didn't run the right drill! I said go ten yards then cut across, and you just stood there until your jaw fell off!
God dammit! You guys suck harder than Cartman's mom! Now do it again!
Seriously, you guys. I've got, like, five bucks riding on this.
No, you didn't run the right drill! I said go ten yards then cut across, and you just stood there until your jaw fell off!
God dammit! You guys suck harder than Cartman's mom! Now do it again!
Seriously, you guys. I've got, like, five bucks riding on this.