[He stares for a long moment, a bit dumbfounded. Mike 0, Cute Girl 1.]
Wha... [He rubs the wrist to his sad mutilated hand and looks around at all the weirdly pleasant people passing by, some offering concerned glances as they go. He feels totally uncool, a weird half-gnarled lump hobbling around the road. Stick around too much longer and they'll all call for a zombie alert and blow the town up.] I don't think I have anyone else.
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Wha... [He rubs the wrist to his sad mutilated hand and looks around at all the weirdly pleasant people passing by, some offering concerned glances as they go. He feels totally uncool, a weird half-gnarled lump hobbling around the road. Stick around too much longer and they'll all call for a zombie alert and blow the town up.] I don't think I have anyone else.
Nothing makes sense.