Oh jeez buddy. Looks like the ole’ car has stopped. Shoooooot. Well, rock paper scissors, who’s gonna fix it, and who’s gonna fight off the zombz?

The car trucked to a stop, smoke coming out of the engine. Fresh quickly looked at you, his glasses reading “Oops”. He extended his hands, ready to play against you, for who would do what.

If I win, you fight them off, if I lose, I fight them off, dealio?