WB: So, what’s the last movie you saw?

JB: Let’s see… I saw “28 Days Later.” It wasn’t very good. It’s one of those shot-on-DV movies that sounded, with a cool commercial, but it turns out to be just hype you know.

WB: What! That movie is fucking awesome! Is proves that the digital video revolution is not just a hype. It was so good I totally forgot that it was shot on DV!

JB: It sure had potential. But the last third of that Steven Segal crap really ruined everything. Why can’t they stick with the sci-fi for the entire duration of the film? Why do they have to turn everything into a mind numbing shoot-them-up? We finally have an interesting premise and guess what? -- The ultimate villains are the horny men who are just trying to get laid? This militant-feminist twist ending was inappropriate and laughable.

There are zombies people! Fucking zombies! Pay fucking attention!

WB: I suppose…

Come to the window.

JB: Okay.

WB: Come closer.

JB: Yeah?

WB: Is that a maple tree I’m seeing?

JB: I think so.

WB: You see those? You see those falling leaves?

JB: Yes?

WB: That’s my youth, fading into the oblivion. The merciless currents of the river of time carrying me down stream, into the endless ocean, into obscurity.

JB: Well I guess…

WB: Time. What is time? Is time our friend? Is time our keeper? No! Time is a pitiless mistress, draining away our agility, motivation, and creativity. Look at my tormented face, do you see the anguish in my cheek, do you see the suffering from my eyes? Will you take pity on this deranged soul?

JB: I guess?

WB: No you won’t! But it’s your nature to be pitiless. Like the time mistress. I pleaded to her, “Oh have pity on me. Leave me in peace for the remains of my day, let me die with dignity.” But she wouldn’t hear it. So I said, “Bitch, fuck you and the horse you rode in.”

JB: Okay. Well, at least time is fair…

WB: I became angry and insane. I drove away my live-in girlfriend to the arms of a much elder gentleman; inappropriately elder; in fact, very old, grandpa old. But who am I to judge? I’m not immune to the decay of time.

JB: Nope, um…

WB: What? What is that noise! Oh I see. I see it! Do you see what I see? That mechanical beast roaming down the street. It’s a street sweeper - coming to sweep me away.

JB: I think that's a garbage truck.

WB: You there! You think you’re mightier than those leaves? Wake up fools! For one day fate shall sweep you away like a dead leaf!

JB: Hey man, stop shouting, they’re looking at us.

WB: Are you here to take me away? Are you here to collect me? I know why you’re here. I know who send you. I've been waiting for you! You can tell her to go fuck herself!

JB: Look, they're just collecting garbage. I’m sure they’re just plain ol’ garbageman… I mean I don’t think they’re here for you.

WB: What’s left of a man, when he is stripped of his talent, his youth, his power, and his armor? Oh yes, his tongue. He can voice his opinions and his concerns. But god is cruel. For he made sure that a man with something to say is a man who isn’t eligible to take action. Oh what a wonderful prank.

So be it. My voice is my last stand to uphold my dignity and self-respect. I shall proudly declare, “That he is an asshole and she is a bitch.”

JB: Yes, a paralyzed man of action…

WB: I curse the great creator Zeus for giving me the life of suffering. I shall rise up! Rise up!

JB: Whoa! Now you’re crossing the line man! Ain’t nobody’s gonna have da problem with da great Zeus.

WB: I shall not biodegrade! NEVER!

JB: That’s enough man! Now you’ve gone too far. You’re challenging Zeus with the idea for an ever-lasting presence, against reason, nature, and universal law. You’re wishing for an infinite slow death!

WB: Life IS slow death.

JB: Please! No more provocation!

WB: The mighty Zeus is wicked and deceitful. He is nothing but a coward, hiding behind his power. We’re merely pawns in his wicked game. We were made for his musing. We can’t claim any purpose nor meaning for ourselves. If Zeus regards us as dust, why shall us regard Zeus as anything more then a speck of dirt? You hear that Zeus! You’re nothing but a piece of shit!

JB: What an abomination! Zeus is infinitely more power beyond your wildest imagination!

WB: Ha! Mighty Zeus. You’re nothing to me. I’ll shit on your throne and I’ll wipe my ass with your face!

JB: Oh my foolish friend. Cease thy wicked tongue! Do not further incite the wraith of the mighty one!

WB: Come and claim me! I dare you Zeus! Come! I shall not indulge you in your silly game of fate. I no longer fear you. I shall challenge you to a fight to the death!

JB: You see that rain cloud gathering in distance? That's the thunderous fury of our destroyer. He has heard the foul venom you’ve spewed. Quick! Get on your knees and beg for mercy! Beg! Beg!

WB: Let the thunder come! Let the lightening come! Let the rain come! Don’t you see, that senile old buffoon is once again hiding behind his dirty tricks and his fancy light show. I’m not afraid anymore!

If Zeus shall strike me down and cast me to Hades, I shall enjoy every moment of my torment. Zeus is in me and I shall take his sorry ass to the land of the never returned. I shall be delighted to roast in the everlasting hell fire.

Burn Zeus burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!

JB: Oh great the creator of all, forgive my dear friend. For thy possesses the ever merciful heart. The poison of jealousy has rotten away his soul. He is hurting no one but himself!

WB: CURSE YOU ZEUS! CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU TO HADES!

JB: Oh mercy Zeus! Mercy! Mercy!