We're here at a Hollywood sports park
to play a game of "Nerf Zombie"
Why we came to a paintball park to play nerf
is a question for you to ponder...
...and for us to understand.
One of us is gonna be a zombie
and they have to infect everyone else.
The last person standing, wins.
Wren: Bernstein, can I hang out with you?
Bernstein: NO YA CAN'T
My brother don't like ya. My son don't like ya
Bernstein: Yea, we don't like him
Rider: He's not our kind.
Rider: He's gonna be the first to die.
I don't wan.. I don't wanna be here for that.
Bernstein: I hope he's the first to die.
Rider: He is!
Gonna be the first to die.
Bernstein: Ya know what?
Even if he's not, we're gonna make sure he's the first one to die!
Right brother?
*exited yelling*
Bernstein: Yea, you don't talk about momma!
Rider: Hey!
Shh!
It's a very sensitive subject.
Momma used to give him blubr... blueberry oatmeal.
He used to love blueberry oatmeal.
Bernstein: It was so good! So ripe!
Rider: Hey, we'll get you some blueberry oatmeal, brother.
Come on Bernstein!
Rider: It's okay.
Don't worry!
Wren: Wait, no. Who's infected here?
I'm not infected. Is it you?
Bernstein: Rider, I got your back, okay?
Rider: Alright. I hate pointing this gun at you...
...but I have to cuz I had to film you.
Rider: Be careful for this guy. I don't like this guy.
Bandanna: Hey! You stop right there!
Rider: Hey Bernstein,
Bandanna: Stop right there!
Rider: Bernstein!
If he gets too close to you, shoot him Bernstein!
Wren: I have done nothing!
Bernstein: You stop right there!
Rider: Why, you better step back boy! I don't want you in this-
Bernstein: Stay!
Rider: You watch your back.
Wren: I mean no ill will
Rider: You get BACK boy!
I will shoot you and I-
Rider: Bernstein, should I shoot him?
Bernstein: I will shoot him myself
Wren: Hey! No one is doing any shootin'.
Rider: You get back!
Wren: I am back!
*indistinct arguments & threats*
Rider: You good?
Wren: I trusted you!
*gun shot*
watashua! AJUTASUKA! (fake japanese)
Rider: You live your life...
YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE BERNSTEIN!
Bernstein: Brother, don't die! I need you! Rider: You just live your life.
Rider: I need you to do that...
MOMMA TOLD YOU BOY!
YOU GET OUTTA HERE!
Bernstein: I'll do it for you, brother.
I'll do it for you!