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      Todd rubbed the back of his neck, speaking in his muffled British accent.

      "[color=331000]Well, Mr.- uh, whatever your name is. Anyway, it all sounds lovely, and I'm completely up for it, but our little "group" seems to be declining. Unless you don't want a hunking, muscular professional football- I mean, [i]soccer[/i]- player in the group. If that's the case, your judgement sucks and you suck.[/color]"

      He gestured towards the football player who had walked out the door, followed by the blonde Australian. He was happy to see that whoever this man was, he was pretty friendly, and the idea of a group sounded a lot more pleasing than walking from here to Philadelphia again. Besides, it was the zombie apocalypse! It was only fitting to follow the custom.