" what about one apocalypse cheeseburger man? "

" we should totally form a band! that could be our debut album! "

" jeeee-sus, bill! talk about tough fuckin' love! think i'm gonna decline your offer and stick with louis'. "

his lips quickly turn into a frown. here come the dramatics. " drivin'?! you're all drivin' around without thinkin' of tellin' me?! what the /fuck/! i coulda... we coulda...! psh! " calm, francis. calm... " whatever. doesn't matter. not like i/care/. where are these spots? "

" heh, /doubt/ it. "

" hm... y'know, old man? i'll be honest and admit i didn't think that far ahead. "

" i may be a drama q-- king. however, i'm gonna assure ya that i'm not. "

" yea, yea, i know 'em. some mighty good fuckin' inspiration there! gotta see who else we can pull in. ellis, maybe? "

" do NOT speak to me for the next twenty-four hours. i'm spendin' time with my favourite hobby. beer. ALONE. "

" nah, i reckon ellis'll know his way round a guitar. maybe not an electric one, though. as for louis? i dunno! never asked him, nor cared to. "

carefully etching into the saferoom wall with a knife. nothing of talent, just mere doodles.

" i was forced into this. "

" it's that time of the year again where we have to think /if/ santa claus got infected. "

" not that i care if he's infected because i'm always on the naughty list anyway. "

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" anyone else notice that the special infected are like... clones. "

" i'm interested in your thoughts on the matter. ....sounded kinda smart there, didn't i?! "

" bill? who the fuck is gabe newell? "

" so i'm not the only one?! "

" wonder if people are livin' like normal on the other side of the misissippi. "