I mean, we've
worked hard tonight, we deserve it!
Jim, you had the brilliant plan of how to kill the marks without hurting the
innocents on the
hayride; Steven, if it wasn't for your
wizardry with that old
Singer sewing machine we never would have had these ginchy
ninja outfits; Brian, you being able to get your hands on these
katanas and .50
Desert Eagles on such short notice was a
godsend; and I think I did a pretty good job rigging up that giant
catapult that would shoot the wagon into the lake over the 3-D Castle of
Evil Clowns.
I think we deserve some frosty ones and
chicken wings before we go about cleaning up this mess. Besides, all the corpses are trapped under the wagon way out
in the middle of nowhere by the spooky pond. With all this
fog and the
screams of the undead digging themselves out of the ground, we shouldn't have to worry about anyone finding the
evidence of our little project until we submit the video tape to the
networks. So come on, whaddya say?
Hooters?