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... made everyone sweat to the oldies with him. They were powerless against his moves. Baseball team and bikers alike were puppets under his control...
They knew they had to find a way to break his hold over them. But with all the sweating and bouncing around they couldn't think straight. They knew the only way to stop it was for someone to get to the sound system to turn it off. Which one of them had the strength (and enough body parts left) to do it?
never realizing that Richard Simmons was in fact Satan incarnate.
What better disguise than a balding, middle aged man with too small gym shorts on and a hairstyle stolen from Bozo the clown.
Laughing maniacally, Richard/Satan........
What better disguise than a balding, middle aged man with too small gym shorts on and a hairstyle stolen from Bozo the clown.
Laughing maniacally, Richard/Satan........
stated "I am gonna perform a reverse exorcism on all of you".........I am gonna exercise (exorcise) the goodness outta all of you.............so he began to........
chant louder/faster and pulled the invisible puppet strings harder. Someone needed to make their way to the sound system. Then they noticed one of the zombie kids was still there (he hadn't run off with the others because both his legs had been used for bats) and he was slowly rolling toward the power cord.
They needed to distract Richard so the kid could make it to the sound system. Wretched Ghoul thought quickly and decided to take one for the team. Instantly he began pirouetting like a ballerina and the entire mass of baseball playing zombies began to do the same. It was a sight to behold and Richard/Satan...
began to laugh with glee........he laughed so hard that the ground shook and the clouds parted......the noise caused 413 partially zombified wolverines to spring from the adjacent woods and attack Richard/Satan and.........
soon found that even their strong stomachs couldn't handle Richard/Satan and there was a sudden flood of wolverine vomit. Just then, Little Timmy (the legless zombie kid) made it to the sound system and became tangled in the power cord - sparks began to fly (gonna need a new Timmy).
as Richard/Satan burst into flames, a hole appeared below him and he descended back to the bowels of Hell. "That was a close one" said the bikers and the baseball team. The bikers figured that now was a good time to get out of there, so the mounted up and rode off. Heading west towards Las Vegas and the one known as "Dawn(marie)" of the dead..........they rode....................
hard and fast. Until those toward the rear of the pack began to notice a BBQ type of smell. Pulling over to the side of the road they found chunks of zombie meat stuck to the engines and pipes. "Now what do we do?" they asked, That smell is making us hungry. Do we keep riding or do we...
...start eating? The answer was easy. They did what any proper zombie would do and began devouring every bit of BBQ goodness they could peel away. Satisfied that they'd eaten every last morsel (cooked and uncooked) they hit the road with Las Vegas (and Dawn dessert) in mind.
Off they rode, toward the west and Las Vegas...........knowing there would be more danger ahead, when they spotted..........
a campground. As they still hadn't slept and their belly's were full they were getting drowsy so they decided to get some rest. When they pulled in they found...
gathered up the coolers of beer that were sitting out, laid out their bedrolls and began to settle down for the night. All of a sudden there was...
... a flash of light in the sky. Then the sound of thunder. Suddenly it hit them. All of them. It was raining. HARD. But, no. This wasn't rain it was...
blood - lots of it. And there were chunks of meat and bones coming down with it. Lefty (former bomb squad) said that wasn't thunder, it was...
...the sound of flight193 that departed JFK International not too long ago with 300 passengers aboard exploding mid air. Lucky for these zombies breakfast would be a cinch.
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