You: Joey, I don't think we should cook the candy bars.
Stranger: hola
Stranger: Lucy, we need to~
You: But if we do, the dog will explode.
Stranger: That may be so, but we need to take the chance.
You: Why so?
You: Why can't we eat raw candy bars?
Stranger: Because, cooked candy bars will keep us safe from the zombies.
You: But... we ARE zombies.
Stranger: WHAT?
You: Well, I am.
Stranger: Oh.. uh.. Lucy.. I think I should be going then///
You: That's for the best, yes. I'm getting rather peckish for brains and what have you.
Stranger: Lucy, I love you though... I just can't leave you.
You: BRAINS.
Stranger: LUCY!!! NO!
You: nom nom nom
Stranger: Somebody help me!
You: Yum, raw candy bars.
Stranger: *Pulls cooked candy bar out of pocket* HAZAH! I can now defeat you, you minion!
You: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You: *explodes*
Stranger: *Sweeps up guts off floor and cries to oneself* Oh how I loved her..
You: *turns into a cupcake*
Stranger: *Eyes pop open* A cupcake.. oh, how lovely you are *Smiles at cupcake creepily*
You: Eat me :D
Stranger: Grumble grumble. Mission accomplished.
You: aaaaargsnsfbbl*dies*
Stranger: Start a new one
You: Okay.
You: Joey, I don't think we should cook the candy bars.
Stranger: Your right Lucy. Your just too smart for a boy like me
You: Far, far too smart.
Stranger: Well I wouldn't go as far as far, far, because that just makes me nauseas.
You: But nausea gives me AIDS.
You: No, wait, aides.
You: Carry on.
Stranger: Lucy, are you trying to tell me you have AIDS?
You: Yes.
Stranger: No! Lucy, we made love.. do I.. have.... ?
You: To tell the truth, we haven't. You were making love to an aubergine dressed like me.
Stranger: Lucy, your spooking me. I.. I made love to the wrong one?
You: No, making love to the wrong one would be going to the fridge, getting an aubergine that wasn't dressed as me, and shagging it instead.
Stranger: But, but, LUCY! I want a divorce.
Stranger: PRONTO.
You: We were never married.
You: In fact, I'm not sure we've met.
You: Who are you?
Stranger: Lucy, do you even love me?
You: No. Because I'm a pine end table.
Stranger: *Starts running in circles* Oh dagnabbit! I am going mad I say!!!
You: Maybe we're all mad.
You: I know I am.
You: I killed a man, once.
Stranger: Maybe its just you, Lucy. Maybe its just you.
You: Probably.
You: I also ate a bit of him.
Stranger: So your turning to canabalism, I see? Well, this just won't do, will it?
You: Not at all.
You: Would it do if I was into necrophilia too?
Stranger: Maybe.
You: Well, I'm not.
Stranger: Don't you flab to me.
You: Just bestiality and pedophilia.
You: Are you calling me fat?
Stranger: Well Lucy, your not the skinniest of them all, but you are rather "bigger" than the others..
You: Just because I'm 90000 stone.
Stranger: Well, um.. no not no...
You: BRAINS.
You have disconnected.