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[Spiny]

*Spiny was looking at what seemed to be a makeshift stadium with mass amounts of groaning coming from it.*
...What, the, f*ck?
*An extremely pungent stench came from the stadium, mainly that of a rotting corpse, implying zombies, something he didn't really question.
The bigger question might be how they managed to comprehend the concept of structural integrety in buildings.*

[Tails Doll]

Pommy came rushing up to Spiny. "Hey Spine! What's with all the groaning from that weird building far away? And what's that awful smell?"

[Spiny]

If I know how screwed up this place can be, it's either zombies, or a butcher's convention.

*An audiable voice boomed out from the stadium, groaning in what appeared to be horribly broken English.*
Mah zambah brazzahz!
Harman branz haarh... mmm...

[Tails Doll]

"...The undead. It has to be."

Pommy reached for his belt and took out a vial from it's case.

[MetMan.EXE]

MetMan.EXE hovered far above the makeshift stadium, watching the goings-on.
"Not the best half-time show..."
MetMan.EXE was still hovering far above.

[Spiny]

Zaan, grazz razz!a abara G-zaz haz, bang-bang haz, anh azgaban haarh.
Ahn namn ah BananaRama, zambahz hammarh ah N!gh!

Barhah!

BARHAH!

You gotta admit, these guys seem to show passion in their lifestyle.
*Spiny didn't seem too worried.*
((SWEET MERCIFUL JEBUS THAT TOOK A LONG *crag* TIME TO TYPE OUT))

[Tails Doll]

"Those Zombies are going to have a feast soon. A feast on Pure Water!"

[Spiny]

And if that fails, to quote the motto of a somewhat wise species
"We need more dakka."

[Tails Doll]

"Spine!" Pommy shouted, scolding Spiny. "You really think we would need any firearms?"

[MetMan.EXE]

MetMan.EXE's sensors picked up on this conversation and floated towards the two.
"I heard you might need weapons. I'll come with you."
MetMan.EXE let out his arms, revealing a massive stock of weapons, both real and digital.

[Tails Doll]

"I don't need weapons, thank you. Spine here may or may not want anything."

[MetMan.EXE]

MetMan.EXE waited for Spiny himself to talk.
"Well half-time is a bunch of creatures singing to other creatures, all of them either undead or redead. Whether or not this is bad is your opinion."
MetMan.EXE handed Spiny the massive, person-crushing stock of weapons to try.

[Spiny]

I've got it covered in terms of an arsenal.
I'd suggest keeping those and handing them out to anyone else who caught wind of this.
Probably afew others, given how loud those zombies are.

[MetMan.EXE]

MetMan.EXE stored his weapons stock.
"Then we shall storm the place?"
MetMan.EXE decided to take out his flamethrower.

[Exuro]

Exuro randomly popped up next to Spiny when he heard zombies.

Zombies, you say? You're not going without me, that's for damn sure.