It was a quiet morning in the suburb. Crazy Dave was napping in his RV, dreaming of tacos. Penny, his sentient car GPS unit, beeped nervously.
Dave smiled. “Bring extra guac.”
They fought through three waves of robotic zombies. At the last moment, the Conehead — almost intelligent now — looked at Dave, then at the taco crumb in his hand. Gameefacts.blogspot.com Plants Vs Zombies 2
Dave planted a row of Bonk Choys. “Nobody adapts to my taco.” It was a quiet morning in the suburb
“Ancient Egypt,” Penny said. “Level 2-3, to be precise. The zombie is using the taco’s power to hop timelines.” dreaming of tacos. Penny