Swing… splat.
“It appears the frozen squirrel brains have thawed out. They splatter if you hit them with the golf club.”
“Pffthf… really? Now how am I supposed to lob them far enough to keep those zombie dogs and cats away?”
“I guess you’ll have to start throwing them.”
“Throw them?! We both know I won’t be able to throw more than a handful before my arms are worn out. Maybe less after wrestling with that zombie mosquito.”
Grrrrr…
“Try it anyway!”
“Okay.” Toss… thud. 15 feet…
“Now what?”
“I’m thinking.”
“How’d I guess you were going to say that?”
