The end of the world + staying alive + being cool without brains + being decisive in killing + no Virgin + no heroine = it's all fun
"What? Are you starving to death?"
"It's none of my business, don't let me eat French food"
"It's not impossible to ask me to give you something to eat. After all, I run a supermarket, but you have to use things to exchange for it. Recently, I am lacking in atomic energy. If you get it, I will give you two packs of Little Raccoon instant noodles."
The apocalypse is coming, frozen for thousands of miles, while others are struggling to survive, but I am enjoying French food in the candlelight. What does it have to do with me if people in the outside world have brains that are like dogs?
