Charlie rattled the bars of the cell and quickly realized he was trapped until someone let him out.
“What would Matt do?” Charlie mused aloud.
An idea occurred to Charlie, but he said, “No, that can’t possibly work.”
He shook the steel bars again and reconsidered, “But anything is better than nothing.”
“Oh woe is me!” Charlie yelled. “Here I am, stuck in this cell with my big, delicious brain and it will go to waste when I die. Oh whoa is me!”
“This is NOT going to work,” Charlie muttered just as a zombie showed up and asked, “Braaiiinnnsss???”