Don't be scared. Do it like it says in the poison song I'm listening to now...
"Down the basement. Lock the cellar door and baby, Talk dirty to me."
What lyrical genius. I bet Brett Michaels IQ must be like, 200.
...Brett Michaels was in poison, right? Not that specifics matter, seeing as all hair metal sounds exactly the same.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
