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[[John and George are behind the counter at Fivebucks Coffee. They are farkling to determine who will see what Zoey wants.]]
John: Haha. Scissors beats... uhm, what's that supposed to be anyway?
George: Zombie. Zombie beats scissors.
John: Fine.
[[John and Zoey are outside of Burning Issues.]]
John: Hey there. I'm John.
Zoey: Zoey. Who's your friend?
John: The barista? I dunno I just met him today. He makes a good latte...
Zoey: No, the blue one.
John: Oh, you mean George?
Zoey: Yeah, he's so pale and dreamy... ... Do you think he'd call me?
[[Little hearts with bat wings flutter around Zoey's head.]]
John: He's a zombie... He has no pulse. He's cold to the touch. Dammit, I'm just getting you hot and bothered.
John: Haha. Scissors beats... uhm, what's that supposed to be anyway?
George: Zombie. Zombie beats scissors.
John: Fine.
[[John and Zoey are outside of Burning Issues.]]
John: Hey there. I'm John.
Zoey: Zoey. Who's your friend?
John: The barista? I dunno I just met him today. He makes a good latte...
Zoey: No, the blue one.
John: Oh, you mean George?
Zoey: Yeah, he's so pale and dreamy... ... Do you think he'd call me?
[[Little hearts with bat wings flutter around Zoey's head.]]
John: He's a zombie... He has no pulse. He's cold to the touch. Dammit, I'm just getting you hot and bothered.