cup 'o six

[tothelastdrop]

Well, doesn't this smell like a bad brew? Kind of a big kaboom, certainly those mystery folk in the sky know what they're doin'. But where does that leave us? I don't know about all of you, but I don't trust people who can destroy buildings like that and vanish in a split second any more than I trust our babysitters. It's all really unpleasant to think about, isn't it? Liberation or conquest? I don't think 'we come in peace' can apply anymore.

So then, what's that phrase? Oh yeah. Head for the hills. It's too quiet right now to say what happens next, so assumptions are something no one can risk making. Sitting ducks, you could say.

It's all about waiting now.