[The screen is black. It's clearly close up on something, and as it zooms out it shows what looks like a squirt-gun. Artificial, plastic. Covered in black paint and silver duct-tape. What has he been doing...]
Fiiiiire. Bow bow bow bow bow. [He's totally singing
this little ditty. Yes he is.
Pan over to Jensen staring at the camera, held at a wonderfully awkward angle so his goatee takes over most of the view.]
Anyone have any zombie problems they can't deal with?
Or don't want to? Whatever, I think we'd all prefer if they weren't around to begin with. And I -- I get it they're messy fuckers. And teeth like a damn hamster -- ew. Bleh. Nobody likes that.
[His brain drifts off into lala land for a second, too bad his mouth won't filter.]] ...Zombie dentist. Dannnngerous job. [Just as soon as it starts, he gets back on track. Good for you Jensen.]
Anyways!
Zombie-slayer Jensen is at your service, good citizens! Free of charge!
[Can you tell the soldier is bored? Because he is running out of things to do. Thank god for zombies.]