“Your money or your life!” Snake snarled.
“This isn’t a hard choice, fella. Give me your money or I take your life.”
“Well, that’s really the problem. I don’t have either one.”
Snake groaned and threw his pistol on the ground. “God-damned Multi-Vital America Act. You zombies need to get back to where you came from.”
The dead man shrugged. “We thought we were.”