We find where they wintered the fallout.

“I said I wanted your sex, Jack.”

Terry reached for the last can of Spam only to have a stray bullet shoot it off the shelf.

I’d told humanity to go to Hell.

“Sir, did the rebels agree to surrender?”

“Nice weather we’re having,” he joked.

“They’re getting away!”

Something is creeping in the warehouse.

“I and my powers predate anything blessed by Yahweh.”

The barkeep squinted at the constable amid a demolished tavern.

“It’s all of them, Sir.”

“The goddess is great to send you...”

“Your kind’s reputation for spiritual vulnerabilities appears unfounded,” Margaret said.

“I think your watch is broken, only the minute hand is moving.”

I crafted upgrades for my vacuum-bot.

“You’re positive?”

“You’re turning my invention into a toy!”

They surrounded him immediately.

Drivers did double takes at the bizarre sight...