Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20151221073000/@comment-26826553-20151223053430

Terminator: Eh? (blasts a balloon overhead with a missile, then retrieves the letter attached to it)

''You have all been warned, but none of you even listened. Such a grave mistake you have made, trying to force me to give out your own tickets to hell faster. If every Suburbian refuses to hand over their brains by the 24th, we will ensure that you will all be wiped out. If you all are wise, it is better to give up & be reanimated for a new & better life rather than have every last trace of your sorry leafy a**es completely wiped off of the face this city, my city, Zomburbia!''

''Here. Good suggestion, Capsicum Terminus. Why don't you try this on your own head? It's the easy way out to solve all these problems, after all! ''(packed in the letter is the rusty iron mallet & stake)

''You have all been warned! You've got two days to prepare, salt, & roast your brains! If not, we will take it as a sign that you have all sealed your death warrants!''

''Merry Christmas, a**holes. Hope you all make the right choice & die to survive it!''

- Sincerely, Emperor Zomboss the Evil of Zomburbia!

Terminator: No problem, d***wad (crumples letter), your terminations are guaranteed...

Superbean: He must have intended it for you to read, mate.

Dynamo Jack: What the f***...(holding another popped balloon, & reading its letter)

Helow plantz!

''Wi wich yo a roten Krismas end an unded nyu yeer! Wi have pressent four yo ol: nyu life as zombie. Butt in ritern, gif uss yor brainz firzt. Ef not, wee wil strayk all yor a**es doun, layk in Bascketbol!''

Dounth sai we nott warn yo!

Sinsirly, di Zombiez!

Dynamo Jack: Really,  basketball?

Agent K: There are no f***ing strikes in basketball!