The prison gang takes the survivors back to the cafeteria where they were living. The prisoners were glad to be confined to a space much larger than their regular cells and we finally learn that Big Dude is actually named “Big Tiny”. Senior Badass introduces them to their food supply and Mustache talks about pissing in pots.
Meanwhile, Maggie is resigning herself to the fact that her daddy is going to die. Even if he does survive, he’ll die because he only has one leg. I’ve got an idea! How about you go find Aviva Drescher’s lifeless corpse (which I’m sure it would be now, because not even a walker could handle her crazy shrieking) and snag her pegleg? I bet we wouldn’t have to listen to Hershel constantly refer to his leg-losing accident that he never wants to talk about all the time.
New Bad Rick tells Olive Oyl that the best idea may be to kill the prisoners. Of course, the insufferable bitch turns the conversation from their current dire situation to herself and then tells Rick that she doesn’t believe he could kill anyone. She talks to him about clear consciences, as if she’s ever had one.
Sr. Badass thinks he’s Clint Eastwood with his tiny revolver that can’t possibly have any bullets in it after 10 months of fighting some zombies. Daryl tells him that anyone with half a brain doesn’t shoot off a gun unless they absolutely have no choice, because it will rouse up the sleeping walkers. While Daryl schools them in how to take out a walker, Sr. Badass acts as though he and his cohorts are professional killers. How much you wanna bet this dickweed is in for armed robbery with a toy gun? Not everyone in prison is a killer.
I am a psychopathic, neo-Nazi redneck with a crossbow and really good aim. Now, let’s talk about who’s more dangerous.
Maggie walks into the medical cell to find her daddy handcuffed to the bunk. She asks them to leave her for a minute with Hershel. She assures her daddy that she and her sister will be OK and that he doesn’t have to hold on just to protect them. It’s all touching, but I honestly want him to live. I want to see how an old man with one leg can survive against walkers.
Further out in the uncharted areas of the prison, Rick, T-Dogg, and Daryl along with the prisoners, go to find more walkers. They stumble upon a few and the prisoners unleash holy hell on the zombies. Unfortunately, they unleash holy hell that works for breaking a person in the joint, but not for owning a zombie. They only go for gut checks and scream some stupid battle cries while our boys stand back and shake their heads.
Back on the OR, Carl comes running up with a bag of medical supplies he found somewhere in the prison. Instead of showing her appreciation, his bitch mom berates him for venturing out alone. He yells at her to get off his back, which I think is great, but his too-old-for-him girlfriend tells him no to speak to his mother that way. Yeah, I don’t agree with a little kid speaking to his mother like that…unless his mother is Lori Grimes. Then, he can tell her to go to hell while giving her the finger and I’d applaud him.