This weekend was a fucking bore. Sure we were busy, but nothing interesting happened. No cat fights over a host, no one getting caught screwing in the supply room, not so much as a snide look.

I'm disappointed. The snippy brat is the only one around here who's not a fucking zombie.

Last night was fucking fantastic. Bitch knew what she was doing.

Hey, Sanada, I found the perfect... woman for you. Just don't eat her.

I'm actually looking forward to this bike trip thing. I think my bike could handle a small keg being strapped to it.

Hey, diseased mutt, wanna go for a drink?