Previously on the Zed1 Podcast I think it would help you know if we started planning for this birth properly. If I said water birth how would you feel? Winkly by the end of it I may change. Right, so what did you do? Rade a primark. Now you've seen the fruits of my labour, I'm feeling better about the future. And at all, still working it about the birth. Seeing how we're more prepared on resources than I thought what maybe we might actually muddle our way through this after all.
Good enough for me. Warning, this is a work of fiction. Everything you're about to hear has been fabricated, including character opinions and all events that follow should be considered as entirely imaginary. Even the pets aren't real. The town of Farrandon does exist however and it's actually quite nice. So go visit if you want. I'll sponsor it by the Farrandon Torisport. Farrandon is not guaranteed. I can't believe we fit it all in one load.
Well apart from this giant teddy, he can ride up front with us. Oh, Aaron, the state of it looks like something that's been dragged out of a carny's caravan. It's all old and ragged. This hair's matted and dirty. It stinks. It's got lazy eye and I'm going to have to stop talking now because I just realised I'm describing you. Oh, we won't pay any attention to the nasty lady, will we, Ted? No. Do you know I just realised something? We attracted zero zombies on this mission. Zero!
God, we are getting good at this. The Zed's barely know we're here half a time. It's like we've been finally accepted into their family. Right, let's get this stuff back here. Hop on in my fellow ninja. You too Katie. Oh, come on, don't fanny about. We can downgrade a zombie apocalypse fret level from surviving to cohabiting now. What do you think? Glad you agree. But I didn't say anything. What did you say? Oh, sorry. I was saying cohabiting. Zombie fret level?
I don't even know we had a zombie fret level. Are you hungry or something? Always. But that noise wasn't me. This is Zed in the back of the van. What? No way. The bloody well is. Did you hear that? How the hell did that sneak in? Well, you kept leaving the back doors open. Ah, you know what? It must have been when I threw an all-in blanket. I didn't even see it. Well? Well, what? We're not going to get it.
I ain't unloading all that stuff just to kill a zombie and then reload it all back up again. We have to do something. It will start to get aggressive being trapped in there and come out wanting to fight. Like a Māori wasp. Oi, pack it in with all that noise. Oh yeah, fretting in there. That'll help. Right. That's it. Now you're doing. You are. Grabbing the injured's head. Stick him on your lap. You strapped in, yeah? Obviously. And there's no seatbelt's back there, right?
Right. Johnny Good. Yeah. Ah! Jesus Christ, Aaron! Do I chalk another one down in a non-contact kill column? I think I do. Death by inertia. Oh, you're pleased with yourself, are you? Your pregnant wife is fine, by the way. Oh, come on. Don't be like that. I knew what I was doing. Well, I know what you're doing when we get back. Cleaning all that mess you just made. Totally worth it. Come on, lad. Put some elbow grease into it. Otherwise those internal organs will never wash out.
All right, mother. I'm trying, but it's not shifting. All purpose stain removal might ask. Yeah, not sure they would have tested it on the undead. Eight out of ten living corpses approve new vanished oxy. What are you supposed to run with a van back there? Is it dying on us? Nah. Be up to last that thing. I think it might be the diesel. What? Look, we're running out. More like it's going stale. Is that even a real thing? It's absolutely a real thing. Fuel degrades and eventually goes rancid.
And I know what you're going to say, Katie. Well, how comes that sturdy scruff bag Darrell still getting about on his motorbike years after everything went tits up in the walkin' dead? I wasn't going to say that at all because frankly, it couldn't give a shit. Well, I'll tell you. It's because the walkin' dead, it's fictional. They're not living in the real world like us. You won't see them running out of your law struggling to keep track of time or dropin' dead of dysentery.
We haven't had dysentery. Yet? Oh, that's something to look forward to. What a lovely picture you've just painted. The future is brown, Katie. You're definitely going to need just time to remove it then. Right. Well, if the diesel was dying then, I think you should take me out shopping one last time. What like Swindon? For me. No. That was a joke. We agreed ages ago, do you remember? Swindon is a no-go zone. To be avoided are all costs.
Somewhere we'd only ever visit if we were seriously desperate. Thou shalt not pass the magic roundabout. Plus, you know this time at a zombies. There's an awful lot of stuff down there we could use. Oh, I know what you're doing. What? Quote him dawned the dead at me in an effort to get me to agree with you. Well, did it work? Shit, yeah. You know more weaknesses. And you reckon the van will be okay getting there? I'm not 100% on that.
It's still pretty risky, but providing the weather stays warm and we can get it moving, take it slow, and we should be fine. Ultimately, it's your call. Yes. Well, I'm glad you give that some serious thought. Sorry. We could just go craving for radiance and proper shops. As a reminder, we're going to Swindon, not Covent Garden, but anyway. Start thinking about what you need for baby and for you. And we'll work it out when we get down there.
Well, although your baby hall was impressive, I know one thing that you definitely forgot and we'll definitely need it. What's that? You like this? It's done and the dead related. Oh, span. No. Screw drivers? And what would a baby do with a screwdriver? SIGARETS. You know. Oh, we could be a real dying. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. Next time on the Z1 podcast. Mavanator is seriously pissed. I'm just in a zed killed by a fallen conker. What?
And I needed right in the middle of its forehead. Didn't kill a straightaway mind. She just looked kind of all bon-eyed and confused. Then the rest of the branch came down on top of her. So it was a tree that killed it? No, that only trapter. It was the recycle bin that flew past that finished her off. We haven't had dysentery. Yet? Oh, that's something to look forward to. Well, a lovely picture you've just painted. The future is brown. You're definitely going to need your statement move today.
What would you do about laughing, though?