Worry not, Elizabeth. I've engaged them to rid us of those pernicious zombies. Oh, Mr. Darcy, you DO think of everything, don't you?!
the apocalypse the rules clearly state that you must play through
See, Goldie? It's better when we hang out at your house.
And another thing, you never want to take me to the ocean and you know I love the ocean.
The painting is in the bedroom. Could you give me a hand? And then some, pretty lady! Cuz whne you hire John, paintings aren't the only things well hung!
I wish I could have sex without having to have a conversation first. I wish I could have a conversation without having to have sex first.
Chaos ahh my old cure all friend. I was wondering when you'd return. I grow weary of Seinfeld reruns and internet porn.