INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY
MICHONNE: I’m every woman, it’s all in me!
RICK GRIMES: Hello, sweetheart, what are you up to?
MICHONNE: Oh! You startled me! I was just, um, practising my sword skills.
RICK GRIMES: Really? Because it looked like you were singing Whitney Houston’s greatest hits.
MICHONNE: No, that was me thinking of something witty to say for when I finally kill The Governor.
RICK GRIMES: I see. You know, Whitney Houston’s probably a zombie now.
EXT. A CREEPY WOOD. DAY
RICK GRIMES: Sigh. Another awful day in the zombie apocalypse. I wonder if anything interesting will happen today
MICHONNE: Stop right there, white boy, befo I chop off yo head!
RICK GRIMES: Oh, hello. Pleasant day we’re having, isn’t it.
MICHONNE: Da fuq you talkin’ bout? Can’t you see I got this big ass sword and these two jawless biters tied to me?
RICK GRIMES: Yes ma’am, you said it! Another glorious day in the zombie apocalypse. (Singing) ‘Sunshine, lollipops, and – zombies – everything that’s do-bee-do-bee-la-dee-da-dee-bee together!
MICHONNE: Dis bitch be cray…