"It's nothing more than a great bloody cat!"
-Abdallah Jones, remarking on the mountain lion that's been stalking him and his terrorist group through the woods of the pacific northwest, right before the main character shoots him in the head. Neil Stephenson's "Reamde".
As much as I enjoy laughing at feminists getting all bent out of shape over perceived slights...I have to admit, I don't think this would sell half as well if that torso happened to belong to...oh, Idunno, Ron Swanson. Or maybe it might. Probably not cause of the whole zombie thing though.
I'd probably pull something like you see in Red Dawn where I have a hidden grenade and we all go out with a bang. Words are sort of redundant after that.
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