Man, I'm really going to stay up all night thinking about Cheevo (Tom) and Stewie (AJ), aren't I?
Imagine you're Stewie. You're working at your super important job with your buddy. You suddenly realise the responsibility weighing on your shoulders. Cheevo seems to panic when you mention it to him. You never meant to dissuade him though, you know how much this job means to him. Then a zombie infiltrates your office and starts to eat your co-workers brain. You were the one who let him in. You were one who didn't recognise the threat and thought 'Brains' was his name (Stupid, stupid, stupid).
You survive somehow in a world that has collapsed, in a city that you both helped build, now reduced to rubble. Maybe you both hide in the ruins of your office, and you watch as your buddy's condition deteriorates. You can't take the time to grieve because there is work to be done and a new city to be planned - one that you won't allow to be destroyed like its predecessor. And you have to keep Cheevo's intellect and skill alive somehow. Anyhow.
And then imagine you're Cheevo, and your mind (if you even have one now) has been warped and changed. You're not really the same old Cheevo, are you? You're the city, and the city is you. A vessel, a control panel, you are your own Magnum opus. Left to echo just one line of your own: Are you proud of me now, Mum?
You hope the message gets transmitted.
You're not sure you agree with Stewie's choices. You object, and you wonder if he can still hear you beyond the mechanical humming and the gunfire.
Then suddenly, body slumps across your shoulder and your mind is abuzz with transmissions and helicopter-blades and hasty apologies and the slash of a knife.
