The final countdown

In thirty-six hours, the apocalypse.

I'll be in my specially prepared shack in the hills, going over my checklist. Leather jacket and shotgun? Check. Knife? Check. Rations? Check. Teddy bear? Check. Eyepatch? Check. Angst-ridden robot girlfriend? Check. 1973 Ford XB GT Hardtop? Check. Bicycle? Check. Roller skates? Super-awesome sailboat? Check.

Hey, you can't be too careful.

--OMEGA MAN

UPDATE: Be afraid. Be very afraid.