You know, if by some conceivable stretch of the imagination at some point in my life I’m stuck in grocery store and there are hordes of blood-thirsty bugs/dinosaurs/zombies/gerbils/bunnies clawing at the doors who whose intentions will result in my untimely and grisly demise, I hope and pray that I’m trapped with people who have seen multiple monster, horror and sci fi movies and NOT with every moron within a 100 mile radius:

Yeah, dinosaurs and giant killer cicadas flying around the room and I’m going to go look for my dad. Even at ten, I wasn’t that stupid.

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