Their skill is squeaking and moaning in order to get their way. Which is fine with me. It makes for easier targets. When the world goes sideways, these same helpless and starving extras, also known as “Zombies,” will instinctively stumble their way past San Bernardino and across the desert toward the hoarders and doers, also known as farmers. Plenty of headshots to be taken during the harvest down time. We call this pre-apocalypse practice.
There is a vague and slightly meandering point within. Here’s to hoping he isn’t beginning the downward spiral toward the “You Kids Get Off My Lawn” batshit that took Ted Nugent.