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Xander turned to his recent comrade in arms against the approaching horde of undead.
“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” Xander asked.
“Once or twice, yeah,” his comrade answered. “The way you handle that ax says the same. You got a Necronomicon trip in your past too?”
“Nah, I had a Hellmouth.”
“A Hellmouth?”
“Yeah.”
“Did it ever create hordes of undead before?”
“Once.”
“Well, friend, I think we just might make it.”
“Of course, by saying that, you’ve just doomed us all.”
Ash Williams paused as the realization hit him.
“Son of a bitch.”
The Deadites then began their attack on the fortified mall, screaming for the souls of the living.