Yeah, okay, you know who else said that, the terrifying wolf that slammed my face into a car!

[...but, he stops at the second sentence, squinting at him. Okay, he can talk to him from a distance.] So you aren't some kind of precursor to the zombie apocalypse that the city's hellbound on putting us through for shits and giggles? Because if you're not planning on being the Allstate Zombie then I'm armed. [...with a baseball bat.]