Quitter believes she has the simple, straight forward answer to apocalypse survival but pushes it one step too far with her indecent proposal.
QUITTER: Good news, I’m pretty sure I’ve come up with a skill to make me “valuable,” during an apocalypse.
BOSSY: Please tell me it involves bartering.
QUITTER: Poop, why didn’t I think of that? Too late, I’m already committed. I’m making a costume.
BOSSY: And this costume is giving you what apocalyptic value?
QUITTER: Oh Bossy, Bossy, Bossy…clearly you’ll need my guidance to make it through this and any future apocalypseses…apocali? A costume is the cornerstone of any good plan. Have you never seen Bosom Buddies?
BOSSY: I have not. I would assume it will teach me what costume I need and why….? Is it like an apocalypse documentary about costuming? And full disclosure, as I revealed here, me and mascots don’t do well so if that’s a part of my survival, I’m fuckered.
QUITTER: OMG, please use this pandemic time to catch up on your 80’s sitcom viewing. And I may have to rethink my plan based on your mascot comment. How are you’re cheese making skills? Do you think you could milk a rat if it came to it?
BOSSY: Do I want to milk a rat is the more accurate question and the answer is…I’m torn.
QUITTER: And that response is why you just might make it…even contemplating milking a rat tells me you’ve got “the eye of the tiger,” needed to survive just about anything. I’ve never been so proud.