Yo, what's up Flavortown fam? Guy Fieri here, coming at you with a wild story from the zombie apocalypse. So me and my main man Johnny Bravo were holed up in this shelter, running low on supplies and needing to make a food run.
Johnny being Johnny, he accidentally fired off his gun and attracted every undead walker within earshot. We had to book it out of there fast before we became zombie chow.
We ended up on the roof of a grocery store, where we found a hatch leading down into the building. As we made our way through the offices on the second floor, we encountered this zombified office lady coming at us like she was late for her morning meeting.
Now Johnny ain't one to mess around when it comes to dealing with zombies. He hit her with a sick powerbomb that echoed through the halls like thunder. I couldn't help but crack up at the whole situation – classic Johnny!
I decided to play along and pretended to be an office worker in distress, bending over a desk and calling out for "manly help." Before I could finish my act, Johnny swooped in like a hero and lifted me into a suplex throw that sent us crashing through the ceiling onto some hobo barrel below.
To our surprise (and embarrassment), there were survivors gathered around who witnessed our WWE-style entrance. Not wanting them to think we were complete buffoons during such dire times, we improvised by waving our guns around like seasoned raiders.
In an attempt to save face (and maybe snag some extra grub), we robbed those poor survivors blind of all their food supplies. But as we made our exit, I couldn't resist pulling that fire alarm – ringing it loud enough for every hungry ghoul in town to come running towards that grocery store buffet.
As me and Johnny high-tailed it out of there laughing about how smooth our escape was going until then...we realized maybe taking things too far just wasn’t worth saving face after all.