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Shaun was in bad shape even before he heard the zed-word. His answer to every problem was to go to the pub. With the coming apocalypse, he arms himself with a cricket bat and a plan to take his flat mate’s car, reclaim his girlfriend, save his mum, deal with his stepdad, go to the pub, have a nice cold pint and wait for this whole thing to blow over. How’s that for a slice of fried gold?
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