Nuclear Winter

look, dear, the girl scouts are selling cookies. let's get some.
go ahead if you want. but I don't see a future in it.
what? it's cookies!
I'm just a little pessimistic today, sorry.
what about?
oh, armageddon. the end of the world, that sort of thing.
whatever brought that on?
dunno. must have had too many blueberries on my pancakes this morning.
that'll do it, all right.
I'm sure it has nothing to do with those incoming contrails.
what? where?
forget it. we better eat those cookies. before they melt.