Ruby: Hello, Ginger.
Ginger: Ruby!!! Ruby!!! Where are you?!
Ruby: Calm down – I’m in New York.
Ginger: Why are you in New York?
Ruby: I’m visiting family, Ginger. I told you this. Last week.
Ginger: Your family’s not in New York. It’s in Kansas.
Ruby: That’s Fly’s family, Ginger. I have my own family, remember?
Ginger: Oh yeah. I thought they lived in northern Illinois somewhere.
Ruby: That’s your family…
Ginger: That does explain some things.
Ruby: Why are you calling me?
Ginger: Oh yeah, I almost forgot. RUBY! HELP!
Ruby: Stop screaming – what’s wrong?
Ginger: There’s a zom-bee in my kitchen.
Ruby: There’s…a zombie…in your kitchen?
Ginger: Not a zombie, Ruby. Don’t be ridiculous. Zombies are not attracted to my kitchen.
Ruby: True, you’d have to have some sort of food or brains in a kitchen to attract them. You have neither.
Ginger: Placing my indignation at your unfairly truthful comment aside, I’m asking you to focus on my words. There’s a zom-bee in my kitchen.
Ruby: A zom-bee.
Ginger: Yes. An undead bee is out for revenge. It’s very mad at me and it’s undead and it’s going to come after me – I just know it!!!
Ruby: A zom-bee.
Ginger: Yes. I sprayed it with Windex and it fell to the floor, but I couldn’t find it and this morning it was buzzing angrily all around my light fixture.
Ruby: Windex? Really?
Ginger: It was high up on the wall.
Ruby: Where are you now?
Ginger: The office. I’m not staying anywhere for long, though. The zom-bee may have my smell in its horrific zom-bee memory and is tracking me.
Ruby: Were you hanging around the light fixture?
Ginger: What? No. Why?
Ruby: You said it was buzzing angrily around the light fixture.
Ginger: It was. The light fixture must have brought it back from the dead!
Ginger: If you were here, you would totally understand. Because you’d see it.
Ruby: Can’t you take a picture and send that to me? I’d understand then.
Ruby: No. But seriously, just go get some Raid or something.
Ginger: When you get back in town, if I’ve been killed by a vengeful zom-bee, I’m going to haunt you.
Ruby: Wouldn’t a zom-bee crave bee brains, not your human brains?
Ginger: Zom-bees don’t follow zombie rules. A zom-bee comes after me for revenge. Ordinary zombies don’t care about revenge. They just want brains.
Ruby: I’m hanging up.
Ginger: You’re so cruel!
Ruby: Do you hear that…?
Ruby: That buzzing noise…it’s not…I think it’s coming through the phone…is the zom-bee behind you?
Ruby: See, Ginger? That is cruel. I’m very nice to you.
Ginger: …just make it go away…
Ruby: Get some Raid. Leave the Windex for the windows.
Ginger: Come home soon.