Me: You know what the worst loss of the zombie apocalypse will be?
Me: Chocolate. Eventually, we’re going to run out of chocolate.
Me: No, really. People will raid and loot stores. Eventually there won’t be any chocolate left at all.
Me: And cocoa beans don’t grow here. We’ll have to go south.
Me: We’ll have to make our way to Brazil. To find the cocoa beans.
Ed: I’m tired.
Me: You think I’m mentally unstable, don’t you?
Ed: Sometimes, yes, I do.
Me: I just want to make sure we can have chocolate.
Ed: I’m going to bed.