Forescore Jones vs. Lunch

== Transcript ==
FORESCORE: Say your zombie prayers, bitch, because I'm about to decapitate you in half. Haugh!
(Forescore swings an axe into an unseen character off screen and gets sprayed by blood*)
FORESCORE: Hey man, watch where you splatter that sh*t. *lick lick*
(Forescore licks some blood off his lip)
FORESCORE: This some tasty sh*t though... *lick* ... Mm.. Kinda splattered some in my mouth, I didn't mean to, uh.. *lick* Man, you beat eatin' some BBQ sauce brains or somethin', cause..
(Forescore notices the camera and looks towards the screen)
FORESCORE: Oh hi, I didn't see you there. My name is Forescore Jones
(a caption appears on the screen reading 'Forescore Jones (zombie decapatuer))
FORESCORE: And you just caught me decapitating an evil zombie.. An evily, delicious zombie.. Uh...
(cut to Forescore holding a severed leg in his hand and wearing an apron that reads 'MEAT THE COOK')
FORESCORE: Today on the show I'm gonna go and have lunch with my apprentice down at the park, so uh, better bring some food with me.
(cut to Forescore sitting at a picnic table at the park with his apprentice)
FORESCORE: Ulp.. Aw man, this mysterious sandwich is so good that it's awesome. 
FORESCORE’S APPRENTICE: What'cha got in the sandwich, FJ?
FORESCORE: It's my sec-er-et recipe.
FORESCORE’S APPRENTICE: It kinda smells like a zombie!
FORESCORE: No it doesn't. I know what zombies smell like and, this isn't a zombie, ok, and wh-, so what if it was a zombie? S-, doesn't make me a zombie that I'm eatin' a zombie, because a zombie has to be disposed of in some zombie way, so y'know-
FORESCORE’S APPRENTICE: It smells like you' goin' against the, zombie hunter's code. 
FORESCORE: Hey, I invented that code, n' you wouldn't be sayin' anything if you tasted this sandwich. 
FORESCORE’S APPRENTICE: Well can I taste it?
FORESCORE: NO.
(cut to the radio, a voice comes through that sounds like Tarbob)
TARBOB: This just in, earlier today the decapitated and partially eaten body of a slightly zombie looking human was found on the west side of Zombie Town. Witnessed spotted a bald blue guy carrying sandwiches leaving the scene of the crime. 
FORESCORE: Huh, I guess I didn't break that code after all, cause it wasn't a zombie that I made into sandwiches, it was a human. So I'm still a hero. And this is my hero sandwich. 
(The End)
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