His heart only pumps once every six seconds. It’s hard to get a rhythm flowing.
Oh, spoiler, Major is a zombie.
And I am most definitely not from New Zealand.
It’s time for the zombie secret to break free.
To one more character.
Hey, it’s progress.
And why didn’t the bartender just refill the same glass? Wasteful.
See, I told you I’d be more on time this week.
I literally have nothing else going on, if you must know.
“Why don’t you ask Rob Thomas? He’s right over there.”
iZombie is the sole survivor of the finale week carnage.
So you’ll be getting next episode’s review on time for once.
Damn you, network censorship.
I’d like to congratulate iZombie on needing only seven episodes to make it into my Top 5 TV Shows list this year.
Who ever said I hate everything? Where did you get that idea?
Yeah, I internalise DVD covers.
What’s better than incurring the responsibility of being a parent?
Experiencing it vicariously through brain-induced maternal instincts.
Oh, so you’ll yuck at eating a fat guy’s brains, but you’re down to chow on a pregnant woman’s? That’s sexist.
Oh, thank God.
So Lowell might not only be a revenge killer, but he’s also down to deal some drugs when his lady friend needs them.
He’s a keeper.
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