The year is the future. You have a car, BLOOD CAR! 2000!, and run people over. It's OK because they're evil zombies created in a government-run conspiracy. And only one person can stop them. That person is you... and your car.
Fred: I haven't slept a wink for the past two
nights.
Harry: Why's that?
Fred: Granny broke her leg. The
doctor put it in plaster and told her
she shouldn't walk upstairs.
You should hear the row when she climbs up
the drainpipe.
