An underwhelming episode, to be sure. 40 minutes of Carl strolling around like he's Robocop and repeatedly getting his ass handed to him was a tad lame, especially given the fact that the punk should've already learned his punk ass lesson long prior (the walker that he got too cocky with near the prison, for example).
The back story on Michonne was pretty good.
My prediction for next week is that we drop in on a recently deceased and reanimated Carl, who's succumb to organ failure following consumption of a six gallon barrel of chocolate pudding.
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