Oh, you're rotten reptus. I will rise for my grave to come after you. There's no escape in me. For our own power slide next, out back 150 SUV skates. The preferred of roads set up off undead cools. I'm granted more joy. The dirt trees are like the bones from which I will suck the marrow. This is the burial hill of a legion of evil knights. It flages me to roll over their rotten remains. The dying forest gets my stone cold heart bumping again. They come from surface to surface. What's this innocent life form, Durni? I hate life forms. Even though I'm an undead man, I still have to be careful. I can't properly say scary things with a broken job, Durni. Ah, my final destination. A cabin full of juicy women to ruin. The job's done. Time to retreat. Retreat.