Me: Well everyone, I'll be leaving now...
Cantus: Why Ryan my friend, you look down? What's wrong?
Uncle Deadly: Ryan's afraid that the Six Flags zombies are going to eat his head.
Gonzo: Yeah! I mean, come on, he doesn't even taste that good!
Camilla: Baw?
Red: What's a zombie?
Clifford: Ryan's worst nightmare! Heh heh!
Me: Thanks Cliff, you're such a help...Anyway, I won't be back until tomorrow (if I make it back), so have fun at the football game and with homecoming activities tonight guys. Oh, and you can go hang out with Lisa and Leyla if you want. Whatever.
Gonzo: You rang?
Me: Sheesh...See you guys tomorrow! Hopefully...
Uncle D.: Ah, don't be so pessimistic Ryan! I mean, even if you die, you'll be able to see me! Bwa ha ha ha!
Me: ...Not the encouragement I was looking for Uncle D...
Red: Well I know you'll be just fine Ryan! You just have to be brave!
Me: And that is exactly what my problem is. I've come to accept the fact that I'm going to die, and I'm going to be dead.
Cantus: That sounds like a song cue! *begins to play pipe*
Me: When my time to go is here
Call my friends to gather near
Tell the doctor
And the preacher
That I'm failing!
Clifford: Dude, will you come off it? You ain't gonna die!
So forget about your black
Cause you're goin' to come back
Play that honky tonkin' grief
And dixie wailin'.
Gonzo: Just pick me up and lay me down
And spread the news all over town
And tell 'em all to come or they'll be sorry
Pick me up and shake me twice
I'm comin' back from paradise
This poor boy is here to live in glory.
Red: Yeah! That's the spirit guys!
When it's time to say goodbye
All my friends will sit and cry
And the watch the coffin
Rockin' round and squirmin'
Then they'll raise a mighty SHOUT
As my bones come marchin' out
And I raise myself to preach the final sermon.
Cantus: Just pick me up and lay me down
And spread the news all over town
And tell 'em all to come or they'll be sorry
Pick me up and shake me twice
I'm comin' back from paradise
This poor boy is here to live in glory.
UD: When the Earth begins to shake
From the quaking at my wake
I'll be hear and making music like a live one.
Me: 'Til our honky tonkin' grief
Gives the angels sweet relief
And they know that dixie wailin's stills surivivn'.
All: Just pick me up and lay me down
And spread the news all over town
And tell 'em all to come or they'll be sorry
Pick me up and shake me twice
I'm comin' back from paradise
This poor boy is here to live in glory!
This poor boy is here, to live in glory!
UD: And how does that make you feel Ryan, hmm?
Me: Well, to be quite honest with you...Now I have an upset stomach...
Red: I guess there's no un-scaring a wimp! You're just like Wembley, you know that Ryan?
Me: Actually, my other half is Wembley, I'm Boober.
Red: Whatever!
Gonzo: Yes?
Red: Will you knock it off?!
Me: *sigh* Bye guys!