Time to Iron Things Out

"That's what you get for being overconfident," you say. "If you didnt try to be the hero and let us both work together to defeat the zombie, this wouldnt have happened!"

A police cruiser pulls up. The Sherriff peers out and clucks his tongue. "Well boys, looks like you have quite a bit of splainin' to do. Ah reckon I can charge ya with litterin', cruelty to livestock, improper transport of zombie parts without a seatbelt and public indecency - that there young fella aint got no face! Now what have you got to say for yourselves?"

"Sorry," you mumble, while Gerbil groans apologetically. The Sherriff says...

1. "Well, ah reckon I can let this slide this one time. Don't get into any more trouble now, ya hear?"
2. "Sorry just aint gonna cut it this time, boys. Y'all gonna have to go see the Zombie Judge."
3. "Well shoot, aint no way to settle this one but for us to drag-race, young fellers! Giddyap!"

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