Cheer up. We'll throw together the next apocalypse in your backyard.

( There's a wolfish edge to the gleaming teeth of his grin, a private, rueful understanding that permanent and complete annihilation is a routine prospect an honest man should consider with his monthly schedule.

Pencil it in between tackling ammo inventory and the laundry stack. Besides — and here it comes, the inevitable, overly friendly, unsolicited pat on the back, warm and ready — this here boy looks in need of some uplifting. )

We'll even light some fireworks for it, huh?