“-Title… three weeks earlier… You don’t have to mollycoddle me. -I’m a nice guy… For now. -Your grandson is a shitty person. Leave now.. -It’s unwise of me to share these details, but I’ve become inebriated.”
“Back down the … prick.”
“Guess I was waiting for the right moment.”
“The final mission to save mankind has failed. The seventy mile wide asteroid known commonly as Matilda is set to collide with Earth in exactly three weeks time, and we’ll be bringing you our countdown to the End of Days, along with all your classic rock favorites.”
