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The Beatles battle zombies in a post-apocalyptic comedy sketch, trading song references and weapons before introducing themselves as the undead Zom Beatles.
0:12 I think that was a pretty good show. 0:14 Hey, where's our car? They were supposed to pick us up here. 0:17 Something tells me the car isn't coming. 0:20 Quick, everyone, grab a weapon. 0:27 It'd been easier to imagine there's no heaven. 0:31 You know what this feels like? 0:34 Happiness. 0:35 A bit on the nose, don't you think? 0:37 Stop making fun of me nose. 0:38 I'm not. 0:41 Now, when I blow a boomer away with me shotgun, I feel bigger than Jesus Christ. 0:46 Well, if that's a boomer, what do you call that monster? 0:48 I call it Arthur. 0:49 You call everything Arthur. 0:50 Hey lads, I think I'm gonna switch weapons. Nice, but it doesn't match me outfit. 0:54 I can fix a hole with this. Looks like Maxwell's hammer, but it's not silver. 0:59 Too bad it's not a lefty. Oh, snack time. Didn't see that one coming. 1:04 Maybe they're allergic. 1:06 Oh, here we go. 1:07 A smoker's got Ringo. 1:08 I need a little help from my friends. 1:14 I'm quitting the band. 1:16 Oh. 1:16 No! 1:17 No! 1:17 Don't quit the band, Ringo. You're a great drummer. 1:19 Yeah, yeah. 1:20 You don't mean that. 1:22 No, I don't. 1:22 No. 1:23 But we love hanging out with you. 1:24 Yeah. 1:24 And we're trapped in a post-apocalyptic nightmare, so I'm trying to massage your ego, aren't I? 1:34 George, you need to fire in short controlled bursts. 1:37 Why don't we just keep firing until all the zombies are dead? 1:39 I'm trying to help you, but I just keep hearing myself annoying you. 1:42 I don't mind, I'll shoot however you want me to shoot, or I won't shoot at all if you don't want me to shoot. 1:46 Whatever it is that will please you, I'll do it. 1:49 I got blisters on me fingers! 1:51 We need more ammo. 1:53 I wish Phil Spector were here. He was always really good at shooting things in the head. 1:59 Arthur's got Paul. 2:00 Paul is dead. 2:01 I'll bury Paul. 2:03 Looks like you'll have to bury all of us. 2:11 I'm Dead Sullivan, and I'd like to introduce you to 4 undead youngsters who earlier today crawled out of a Liverpool. 2:17 Ladies and gentlemen, the Zom Beatles! 2:22 We're going to eat your brain and feast on your entrails. The smell of your flesh drives us insane. 2:32 We love brains. 2:37 I've got a secret that you need to hear. 2:41 That you need to hear. 2:43 Just lean in close so I can smell your ear. 2:47 He wants to bite your ear. 2:49 I want to hold your hand and take a bite. 2:54 Ooh, chomp chomp. 2:56 Oh, how can it be wrong when it tastes so right? 3:03 I'll chomp your skull tonight. 
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