Please, oh dear God, please / Let these story lines converge / Terminus beckons.
The faux dialog replacing actual TWD scripts is funny—in a juvenile way. Rick loses his banjo; Glenn breaks wind; Rick attempts to tell a knock-knock joke, etc.
Just when we thought it couldn’t get any worse. In four seasons of The Walking Dead, Sheriff Rick lost his society, his best friend, his wife, his infant daughter (for a while), his razor, and then his freedom in an apparently cannibalistic Terminus. Now it appears he’s about to loose his roots.
Walkin' and talkin' / Daryl and Beth make their way / Grim scene; Georgia clay.
The mystery of who mailed letters containing ricin to president Obama and New York mayor Michael Bloomberg has been getting even more mysterious. And now has a zombie connection!
"You're a tough sumbitch" / Daryl compliments Herschel / Southern gentlemen.
Rick takes up farming. Hershel offers sage advice, "You need overalls." . . .
Tyreese gets lucky? Croons a Cole Porter standard. Alas! Doomed romance. . . .