♪ (old-school video game music) ♪

♪ (metal music) ♪

"Typing of the Dead: Overkill?"

"Now with custom dictionaries."

There's gonna be a lot of shooting and killing, I think.

I'm terrible with games.

(Finebros) This is a shooting game,

but you type words to fire the weapon.

Oh, wow.

I might be okay at this, actually.

I'm not the fastest typist, but I'll try.

I hope I'm gonna finally do really well on a game.

I'm not familiar with the keyboard,

but I have typed as much as 80 words a minute in my...

(gloating) ...in my vast experience.

♪ (rap music) ♪

"The Pink Pussy Cat." Okay.

(narrator) Varla Guns, a voluptuous vixen vowing violent vengeance.

I love the alliteration.

(Varla) Papa Caesar, you'd better pray

those fucking pigs catch up with you before I do.

There are other adjectives to describe pigs!

I like her.

This is intense.

Oh boy, she's a toughie.

Kick the door down!

There we go. Atta girl!

Get 'em, sweetheart.

This definitely is a B budget movie in the '70s.

All right! I like this girl.

- ♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ - Oh my god.

- (gunfire) - Whoa.

(Varla) Fuck kid, didn't your momma teach you to knock?

Oh Varla, I'm sorry.

I thought I heard Jasper's car pulling up outside

and couldn't wait to see him.

A sweet, little innocent girl and the bad ass girl.

(Varla) Fuck! Where are my keys?

Oh, that's a problem for everybody.

(kid) Coco and Sindy took your bike.

(Varla) Anything else I should know?

- (kid) Just that. - (snarling)

Oh, a zombie.

Oh, no! A zombie.

- (cocking rifle) - Blast him. Blast him.

Okay, he's down.

(startled) Oh! Oh, here are the zombies.

- Kill 'em! - (gun blast)

At it! Hey, yay, yay.

There's zombies in da house.

(narrator) Get ready to get titillated, tantalized, and teased...

Oh dear.

..by tassel tittied temptresses.

(laughing)

(narrator) But beware! These kittens have claws.

(laughing)

Oh, yeah, plenty of titillation in this one.

- (narrator) Naked Terror! - "Naked Terror."

- (narrator) Adults only. - I'm an adult.

Yes, both hands on the control.

(narrator) Keep both hands on the controller.

What controller?

(laughter)

Oh, I like this.

(zombies snarl)

Oh, no!

(Varla) Hey! Artists only backstage.

(Finebros) You're playing now. The game has started.

I am? Oh, I'm supposed to pick "Bone yard" or "Pawing?"

(Finebros) No, you're actually supposed to type the words

you see on the screen.

Oh, I type in the words.

(gun blasts)

(zombie yowls)

(splatter)

(kid) And strippers!

(zombie snarls)

(Finebros) Jon, you're playing now.

- I'm playing? - (Finebros) Yeah.

What am I supposed to do?

(Finebros) You have to type those words on the screen.

- Oh. - (zombie growls)

(gun blasts)

(zombie growls)

(gun blasts)

(zombie moans)

"Dipshit."

(gun blasts)

(zombie croaks)

Yay!

Oh my goodness.

Oh, "You heaving fuckwit."

(chuckling) What the heck?

"Meat... spin."

P-L-U-N-G-E-D.

It does make you type fast.

(gun blasts)

I'm just going in reading order.

(splattering)

Oh. (scoffs)

- (zombie moans) - (gun blasts)

(blood splatters)

Oh-ho-ho!

I'm glad it's not on my home computer.

(zombie shrieks)

I'd have the FBI coming here.

I dunno what this word is.

- (gun blasts) - (zombie shrieks)

(gun blasts)

(zombie snarls viciously)

Oh, "Gilt..."

(bullets ping off walls)

Oh, why in the--?

(gun blasts)

"Gilt-edged chicken fucker." Oh, quit it.

(gun blasts)

(excitedly) Ooh!

- (zombie croaks) - (imitates croaking)

I'm just warmin' up.

"Sub... Sub-dom," okay.

"Man meat."

You got "Tits." (chuckles)

"Hugh... (snickers) Jass."

"Fuck me sideways?" Oh, that could hurt.

- (gun blasts) - (zombie shrieks)

Oh, get outta here.

- Oop! - (narrator) You're dead!

Ooh, well, okay.

(Finebros) Restarting cuts your points in half.

- Oh, sure. - (cash register rings)

(gun blasts)

(zombies snarl)

- (narrator) Violence. - Oh! Oh-ho-ho.

This is not easy.

(zombie moans)

(kid) Ew! Wash your hands.

"Wank." I know what that means.

"Ass."

"Footlong," and it's not a hot dog.

(zombie growls)

- (gun blasts) - "Porn... flick."

Oh my goodness. Who's playing this game?

"Gasping... (chuckling) for a shag."

Can't they teach you to type something clean?

(zombie snarls)

- (chuckling) - (gun blasts)

"Anal probe."

"Dripping" and "Cooter," huh?

"Dripping" and, uh, I'm getting the hang of it.

(laughing) "Butt munch."

Some of these things I know are evil words,

but I don't know what they mean.

All this talent to create thi and this is what--

this is what they come up with.

"Cum stain." Uh-oh. Gettin' nasty.

- But that's okay. - (zombie shrieks)

(gun blasts)

I'm not pronouncing that one out loud.

Okay, I'm going out the backdoor.

(Varla) What kind of asshole locks a fire exit?

(civilian) Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!

"Save the civilian." Who's the civilian?

(gun blasts)

Oh, good.

(zombie snarls)

- (gun blasts) - "Balls deep."

What the hell is... "Queef?"

F-I-N-G-E-R-E-D. Okay.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oh!

(zombies snarl in distance)

Okay, let's see if I can light 'em up.

"Jizz," oh-- whoops.

- (narrator) You're dead. - NO! No, that's cheating.

They're cheating.

(Finebros) Press "yes" if you want to continue.

- (cash register rings) - Okay.

- (gun blasts) - "Bum cheek."

"Bearded... clam."

We all know what a cock is, right?

(zombie groans)

(chuckles)

L, E, H.

Oooh, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.

"Plonk--" I don't know what that word means.

(zombie snarls)

(Varla) That's my stage, bitch!

Oh, no. She's mad about that.

(zombie growls)

I think some of these words are for parts of the body.

Oh, jeez.

C-I-U-L, I don't know what that is.

"Lick me," I know what that is.

(Varla) What? Are you kidding me?

This doesn't count as a fucking emergency?

(zombie snarls)

Who designs this stuff?

"Jack Ass." That's acceptable.

"Unicorns are horny," huh?

There's a lot of zombies in this place.

Men just-- even when they're dead,

they still are going after girls.

- Uh, R, A, N. - (zombie snarls)

Ah, okay, F-U...

(gun blasts)

And "Big dong."

"Cock snot."

I never heard of that word before.

(gun fire)

(disgusted scream and laughter)

I'm not saying that word.

(gun blasts)

What the hell is a "birth cannon?"

(narrator) You are dead. (cackling)

It's just an awful, ugly game.

That's not something I would want to spend a lot of time doing.

We know what "room time" is.

(laughing)

This thing is funny, man.

What's the age group is this targeting?

Where are all those little zombies?

Come on, "Piss take."

I don't know what that word means,

I don't know what that word means,

and I don't know what that word means.

"Smeg Head?"

What the hell's a "smeg head"? (laughing)

(zombie snarls)

(narrator) You are dead.

I'm dead already.

Too much vulgarity for me. It's just not my thing.

(typing)

Oh, H. I missed the H.

(gun blasts)

- (narrator) You are dead. - (groans) You sucker.

(narrator cackles)

- Goddamn it. - (cash register rings)

This would help your keyboarding skills,

I will say that for it.

"Private dan--", oh no.

Please don't be dancing privately.

The only good zeke is a dead zeke,

head shots and knee shots.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh, there's more?

Is she still gonna be innocent when this is over?

(monster growls)

(Varla) Right. Which one of you bitches has my fucking keys?

Ew! Ewwww!

Oh, that's a nasty bitch, alright.

Damn it, Sindy!

Have you lost weight?

- (chuckling) - Where's your little fuck buddy?

(in game: chittering)

Ewwww! Oh god, it's Mini-Me.

That looks like Jabba the Hut.

A big fat pig monster.

(kid) Look at Sindy's stomach.

Ooh, what's in it?

- (Varla) Oh, fucking gross! - Oh, it's the keys.

- (kid) What do we do now? - Ew!

(Varla) We take those bitches down.

We take those bitches down, right!

How crude.

It's super disgusting and it's getting worse.

"Boss health," "boss attack--" what's that?

"Mesmeric."

"V-I-- Viscous."

- (gun blasts) - (bullet ricochets)

Oh, that's a T.

"Spam... Spam... purse."

"Bukkake," oh I know what that is.

- (gun blasts) - (in game: chittering)

Okay, so these are not real words.

Oh, well, this is a real word.

"Nutsacks." (chuckling)

Whew! "Boobs."

(metallic clank)

Okay.

Okay, I got that that one, I think.

"Boner." (chuckling)

(repetitive gunfire)

(Sindy groans)

"Sex... swing--" oh, I think I know what that is.

- (in game: cackling) - F-U-C-K.

(Varla) You bitches never could dance.

All right, comin' down. Come on.

Oh, they're falling down! Oh!

Oh, lovely.

Is she dead?