[ HEY HE'S IN HIS DUMB LITTLE CABIN OUT BY HIS TRANQUIL LAKE; IT'S LOVELY, IT'S COVERED IN DUST; THERE ARE BOTTLES OF VODKA EVERYWHERE ]

Are any of you people even still alive?

[ He lifts a dusty bottle. ]

Come take one of these, if so. Congratulate yourself on surviving the apocalypse. We are -- [ he drinks deeply; it is possible he has been doing this for a while. for six years ] -- as gods. Or roaches, perhaps.