I have a headache

<snip 1>
"Jay," murmured Katrina, "Did the creepy robot guy just imply that
there are over fifty thousand zombies on Mars?"
"Yes," replied Jay, quietly nodding, "Yes, I think he did."
"The rest of the crew are facing fifty thousand zombies in that
quarry? Isn't that cause for concern?"
"Only for the zombies," replied Jay, still whispering as he kept his
eyes on the Keto-bot, which was now rolling back and forth again,
"They've got Phil to contend with."
"Ah."
<end snip 1>
Jay unclipped his conveniently placed communicator from his convenient
belt, and, noticing Charles was a tad preoccupied ranting, opened it
to all frequencies, and spoke into it softly. However, most of the
people he could have hoped to respond had their communicators either
embedded in the skull of a zombie, or full of gunk from the battle.
But there was someone still capable of responding…
<snip 2>
"Wait, wait, wait... Is THIS the cabbage guy I've been hearing
about?" asked Nikola, who until now had tried his best to remain
inconspicuous within the group.
"I-I think there are h-higher priorities than that, at the moment,"
stammered Seymour, who was not so attentive to the ship.
"Like what?"
"Grrnnangh!" managed an undead cashier, who ignited a chain reaction
of muffled groans from the pack of zombies dispersed throughout the
ADSA.
"Oh. That."
<end snip 2>
A polyphonic version of Bohemian Rhapsody broke the mood.
"Oh, sorry guys. Just gimmie a sec." said Mk.9, mentally pressing the
answer button on his HUD.
"Mnyellow?"
"Who is this?"
"Mk.9, who want's to know?"
"Oh…Ok, you'll do. I-"
"Would you prefer MP?"
"No, now look-"
"MP, it's for you!"
"No, look! You gotta get everyone over here. We-"
"EEeeee?"
"Oh for the love of… Put Mk.9 back on."
"EEEeeeE"
"Ok, I'm back. Whadda you want Jay?"
Jay grit his teeth, and put intentional pauses in his speech.
"I need, you to get everyone over here, and help us out. Charles, is
back, and he's plotting something. We're trapped, in a cage."
"Oh, ok, so…why did you want MP again?"
Jay sighed heavily, piquing Charles' attention.
"Hey, what are you doing over there? Pay attention dammit!" Said
Charles, returning to telling of all the horrific things he would like
to do with the incompatible remains. Like waiting for the
zombification effects to kick in and pit them against each other with
pointy balls on sticks.
Jay turned back to the communicator.
"Just get over here, and quick!"
"EEe?"
"Jay!" shouted Charles "Stop smashing your head against that wall!"
An evil grin crept across his face.
"If we're compatible, it could end up being mine!"
Jay banged a little harder.
<tag, let's go kick some arse/ass (I don't discriminate)>