They’re not breadwinners... they’re... BREADEATERS!
Both shoot up, smashing their heads on the upper bunk. Breadwinners Night Of The Living Bread Transcript
The zombie breads start chanting in raspy whispers: “Crumb... crumb... crumb...” They’re not breadwinners
Ooooh, my beak-bone! What’s the haps, maps? my beak-bone! What’s the haps