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Oh, the zombies will come. It says so in the book of Romero, and is later reinforced in the book of Fulci. We can beg and plead and go door to door, warning the hethans who like different kinds of movies. We can give them pamphlets preaching of the cobalt blue steel of the 12-gauge double-barreled Remington. (S-Marts top of the line.) In the end, when we're mowing down the gut-gobling parasites in a blood splatter frenzy, they'll know they were wrong. Thus, they will be smitten with a mighty head chomp, and the gnashing of teeth upon their innards.
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