If it really is the time for the world to yell "Screw you!" I've only got one thing to say with my dying breath:

Bite me.

That's right, I'm going to have oral interludes with the entire planet, top that Hugh.

If I survive, it'll be because of luck and being able to think on the fly, not because I dug a deep hole, buried myself and sat there with my thumb in my mouth waiting for the storm to be over.

Now if you excuse me, I need to get back to watching my Jeff Dunham so I can have my Walter impersonation spot on for the end of the world.