The more Maximus keeps saying it like a broken record, the more R thinks it has to be important if he keeps barking it. It's too bad zombies are slow on the uptake. Slow and they let their stomach do the talking. R goes from swaying to lunging in seconds, going again for the bag with his teeth bared, snarling. "Hggguh!"

At least he stopped going for Maximus. It's a very small step in the right direction...