This week on The Walking Dead, the prison gang continue to deal with the plague as only they know how: improbably.
We can all agree that there are certain aspects of AMC’s The Walking Dead that seem a little, shall we say, far-fetched. The most improbable of these scenarios will be reviewed here each week.
Rick the dental Nazi, requesting that everyone brush his/her teeth after eating fruit leather. Priorities: because there are no dentists anymore.
Herschel got this far into the zombie apocalypse without having to double-tap the recently deceased? That’s a pretty cushy life for the one guy willing to brave Death Ward.
Their plan for dealing with this plague was so flimsy that it makes me question the intelligence of everyone involved.
They have intubation equipment at the prison? How? When? What? Who?
Why did they need the doctor to tell them to shut the cell doors in case people die? I mean, duh. I remember screaming that at the television weeks ago.
Don’t the people in Death Ward have knives at the ready to kill their reanimated friends?
Rick’s hair is almost always perfectly coiffed and immobile, which surely requires gel and/or mousse; yet his son’s hair is so unkempt that you half expect moths to come flying out of it.
Glenn attempts CPR on the dead dude? He knows better. Or at least, he should know better. With the tube in he won’t even be able to bite you.
Even after Death Ward is overrun, Herschel is still trying to avoid killing zombies in front of the others? Let go of the bizarre moral obligations and do what needs doing, old man.
Nobody seems to notice or care how deranged Lizzie is. Playing with Glenn’s bloody vomit was a bit of a red flag.
Herschel wants to have Spaghetti Tuesdays, on Wednesdays? We aren’t ANIMALS!
The Governor makes a triumphant return to the prison. He either expects to be welcomed with open arms, or murdered. We shall see…next week.
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