And unfortunately R's the kind of zombie to consider any and all advice worth a shot. Between Bert's old-school attitude and R's Dead gullibility, it's like a perfect recipe for disaster. Yikes.
He tries to look alive and attentive, leaning forward unconsciously toward Bert. Wooing sounds like exactly what he wants to do! How'd he get so lucky? R decides today is off to a great start, so focused that he's barely even swaying.
"Julie. She's...friend. I...think. Not...sure," R admits. "But...want to show...how spesh...special she is." (For R, that's a regular speech right there, the zombie usually not that long-winded).
Unlike Bert, R has pretty much no memory of what to do with girls, just vague impressions that he can't tell if they're memories or snapshots of movies and TV he might've seen. Books he might've read a long time ago. They're all blurred together into this gray, murky soup in his head and he's totally reliant on Bert to tell him what's what.
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He tries to look alive and attentive, leaning forward unconsciously toward Bert. Wooing sounds like exactly what he wants to do! How'd he get so lucky? R decides today is off to a great start, so focused that he's barely even swaying.
"Julie. She's...friend. I...think. Not...sure," R admits. "But...want to show...how spesh...special she is." (For R, that's a regular speech right there, the zombie usually not that long-winded).
Unlike Bert, R has pretty much no memory of what to do with girls, just vague impressions that he can't tell if they're memories or snapshots of movies and TV he might've seen. Books he might've read a long time ago. They're all blurred together into this gray, murky soup in his head and he's totally reliant on Bert to tell him what's what.