Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5760976-20160707201836/@comment-25083348-20160708174713

Weasel Hoarder: I'm the cook at home, so I'll

Poncho: Why? We all know prehistoric zombies can't cook.

Weasel Hoarder:Go catch dodo or woolly mammoth brainz on a daily basis, then we'll talk.

Poncho: What are you saying?

Weasel Hoarder: That you aren't as well achieved as your ancestors.

Poncho: *holding in rage* You you you

Weasel Hoarder: Now, if you excuse me, I have a three star dish to cook.

Poncho:  *sighs in anger* Fine...but so you know, they hate the dish, you'll be on the silver platter in tonight's elimination!!!

Weasel Hoarder: *rolls her eyes* Whatever...*mutters to herself* Men. The worst things alive in the Wild West.