No. No! No! No! No! Noooo! Noooo!

Michonne:
Listen, I'm just being honest. I thought it was a bit... pedestrian. Terry:
[laughs]
Pedestrian? Michonne:
As in lame and... played. Terry:
Played? Where have you seen anything like it before? Tell me that. Michonne:
I've never seen a gorilla drive a car before. But if you put it in a museum, I'm not gonna call it art. Terry:
[laughing]
Mike, would you, would you, please, talk some sense into your lover? Michonne:
[laughing]
Oh, my God! You did not just call me that! Mike:
I agree with my lover. I mean the whole thing was-... Michonne:
- Very lame... Mike:
[laughing]
... and very played. Terry:
Oh. Wait, wait wait. No, no. Don't do that. Don't do that. Don't start... finishing each other's sentences, man. This is, this is just gross. Mike:
I was going to say that the... the whole thing was like a monument to someone trying to damn hard to be different [Michonne has finished cutting up sushi and vegetables with a regular vegetable knife; as she cleans wipes of the knife, the knife turns into her kitanna sword, but Michonne doesn't notice the sudden difference] Michonne:
Hallelujah! Listen, I'm glad I saw it even though I did not love it. [She puts the kitanna sword back into the knife rack, as her 2-year-old son, Andre Anthony, comes into the kitchen] Michonne:
I hope we're not boring you, peanut. Come here. [She picks up Andre and walks over to Mike and Terry, bringing in the sushi and vegetable plate; as soon as she places the plate in front of Mike and Terry, Mike and Terry's clothes have gone from Business Casual to dirty and raggedy, while their expressions and conversation changes, as well] Terry:
I don't think we should stay at the camp. Mike:
No. I'm not taking my son out there. I don't know if this place will work out, but I know it won't if we go out there. That doesn't even matter anymore. I was just kidding ourselves. Michonne:
[Michonne remains in a happy attitude, not grasping the sudden changes in their conversation]
Okay. Alright. I see what this is. Terry:
Really? What is "this", Michonne? I mean, you got good with a sword. You know how valuable that is now? You know what that makes you? Mike:
What? What are we going for? Where's the happy ending here? This isn't life. Anything close, okay? Not for me, not for us. If not for our son, what, what's the answer here? Terry:
Well, what is the damn question, Mike? Mike:
Why? Michonne:
[Smiling and laughing]
Okay. Looks good. Now, I have a question. Who's gonna open the wine? [as she pushes the sushi and vegetable plate closer to Mike and Terry, she looks up and sees Mike and Terry are dead and missing their arms, revealing that Mike and Terry's reanimated bodies were Michonne's two original Walker pets, she also notices that Andre is no longer in arms, and also this also reveals that this whole sequence is a nightmare] Michonne:
No. No! No! No! No! Noooo! Noooo!