Fiction:
Nancy: “He’s coming, I hear him.”
Harry: “What do you hear, a car?
Nancy: “Not a car. There are no cars anymore.”
Harry: “Obamo has a car. It’s the last one.”
Nancy: “I hear him. Stop talking” (looking to the sky) “The talking is done because Obamo is here.”
Harry: “Where is he?”
Nancy: He’s on his way.
Harry: “Where did he get the gas?”
Nancy: “Forget that now. What shall we catch for dinner, rats or bugs?
Harry: “I’ll wait for Obamo.”
Nancy: “Me too.”
(they starve to death)
The End



