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No, straight dudes aren't often inclined to just casually give a buddy a hand job for relief. I'm pretty sure there was much more than manual sex going on between those two, and neither of them were likely ever actually primarily heterosexual. No way were the Brobergs as naïve and gullible as they proclaim to be. They all wanted something from 'B' that they weren't getting via normal and wholesome means and 'B' was just a clever psychopath who wanted it all and would do whatever he thought he could get away with to get it. The Brobergs all need to take more responsibility for their actions. I believe the parents should actually have been prosecuted and jailed for their culpability in enabling Berchtold. They all should have known better, and very likely did. Just pathetic, weak-minded and shallow-spirited people. Their dimwitted phony victimization does not impress me, though I empathize with them and hope that they have all made better persons of themselves.
I think maybe it was a fruit bat understandably angry that the lady flushed a banana down the toilet. It didn't deserve to die so horribly.
I was sad when The Operator lost a digit.
Unrealistic that there were "no cells but big sleeping rooms full of shady guys" and not a soul snoring.
There are 3 phenotypic earlobe expressions:
1) free
2) attached
3) Kiefer Sutherland
Barbaric, indeed, and the reason I ALWAYS wipe with my feet!
Egregious overreliance on diabolus ex machina will drag this show down to TWD level in short order.
I was disappointed that no bacon was taped to the wall.
O'siders are not only capable of supplying fish - they are also a source for the fresh clams Tara so desperately requires for happiness and sanity.
For starters - Morgan Must Die.
I favor an extended sequence in which our zero impales himself in the colonic region with that reetodded stick of his while prancing around in the forest with the zombie horde in hot pursuit, falling forward and writhing and screeching like a draft-dodging lily-livered pansy in the forest duff as the walkers commence to frenzy beginning with a vivid bilateral kidney extraction and spinal peel followed by an agonizingly drawn-out and particularly messy decapitation during which Peacenik's head is revolved midway in the process to face us while a concurrently sudden occlusive twist of his still intact shrieking windpipe rewards us with a most satisfying final death squawk not to mention individually addressed quadratic dismemberments plus let's not neglect to savor the most essential "blood eagle" whereby the walkers reach into Mo's thorax between his back ribs and partially extract with surgical precision each still-respiring pink glistening lung to flutter over his soon-to-be ingested corpse (this process naturally preceding the aforementioned tracheal torsion) all of this of course being painstakingly documented in glorious Technicolor Panavision with rapid intercuts between real-time and slow motion with a gratuitous burgeoning orchestral score underpinning an unendurable crescendo of howling and groaning and gurgling and blurping curdled bleating screeches and squelching of spleen and intestines liver and stomach (containing the partially digested remains of his treasured last oatmeal burger of course) in addition to the (now obligatory) suggestion of a possible "under the dumpster" style avenue of potential escape and survival which will leave audiences all around the globe red-faced with rage and muttering in disgust.
Die Morgan, just die.
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