THREE PALS ARE IN A PUB HAVING A BEER
Barry:
I'm glad you came out tonight Dave there's been something we've been meaning to ask you.
Scott:
It's a bit personal, so tell us to mind our own if you want.
Barry:
And if you do answer yes to this then it won't affect our friendship or anything.
Scott:
Personally I don't think it matters... As long as you know whatever happens mate I'm fine with it whatever you do in your own time.
Dave:
What the hell are you guys talking about?
Scott:
He's wondering if you're a bit y'know.
Dave:
No I don't know, that's why I'm asking.
Barry:
Well I don't know quite how to put this.. But Dave are you a Zombie?
Dave:
Not that it's any of your business, but I'm curious as to why you'd even think to ask that.
Barry:
Look no offence mate, but you do act a bit Zombish at times
Scott:
That's true
Dave:
What is it? Is it my clothes?
Scott:
Well you have been wearing that suit for 6 months.
Dave:
I like this suit
Barry:
But it's got big rips in it, and it's covered in dirt & blood.
Dave:
So just because my favourite suit happens to have a few rips & bloodstains you straight away leap to the conclusion that I'm a Zombie.
Scott:
We're only asking mate.
Barry:
Ok then why are your eyeballs bleeding?
Dave:
I dunno too many espressos earlier probably.
Scott:
See Barry, he's just had a few too many coffees.
Barry:
For F**ks sake Scott, his skin is green, his eyes are lifeless & bleeding and we went to his funeral last year.
Scott:
Oh yeah!
Dave:
Ok fellas maybe I am a little bit of a Zombie.
Barry:
Finally! See that wasn't so difficult was it!
Scott:
Anyway It's your round you Green Dead bastard.
Barry:
Yeah get me a Lageeeeerrrrrrrrgghhhh
Dave:
I knew you two would be like this that's why I didn't say anything.