The data is clear. It's right now.
Avon is worried that someone is trying to start a war.
I'm not worried about it.
I'm certain of it.
It has to be the Russians…
Or the North Koreans…
Or the Chinese…
Or the Iranians.
We would need a ballistic missile launcher 
to have half a chance.
This can not be traced back to me.
For all I know you're bugged all to high hell
and you don't even know the bugs exist!
This is the apocalypse.
The doomsday scenario.
Mushroom clouds! Fallout!
I was supposed to be at a potluck.
Say hello, Cliffford.
You’re embarrassing me, Avon.
Rated M for Mature
