Civilization as we know it has come to a wretched, chaotic end however you prefer to imagine it. You happen to be there to witness it and you have time to make one last glib remark. What’s your line?
“I knew I picked the wrong day to stop smoking.”
What? You wanted an original one-liner?
“Dang! I forgot to send in my insurance premium!”
“That’s GOTTA hurt!”
I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords
And there was light.
I’m more of a “Fill your hand, you bug eyed sonuvabitches!” kinda guy. So you prolly don’t wanna be standing near me.
“I for one welcome our feline/lagamorph/equine/pttastine overlords…”
I am also a “Fill your hand, you feline/lagamorph/equine/pttastine sonuvabitches!” kinda guy. That whole overlord thing just doesn’t work for me. Unless, of course, I am the Overlord. That would be groovy.
At least we’ll always have Par-
D’oh!
“I think I might have left the oven on by mistake.”
or
“Last one to die turns off the lights.”
I picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue.
I think I speak for everyone, when I say "OH SHI-"
Since it’s not the end of the earth, just the downfall of civilization:
“The secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.”
Or maybe, “If you guys plant and harvest and protect the grain, I’ll brew up some beer.”
Or, “We’re about to see some very motivated recycling programs.”
“Shucks, electing a camel-toed former half-term Governor as leader of the free world was a great idea…”
Eh, whatever it is, it’ll involve sunglasses and The Who.
Oops-
“Well, that didn’t go quite the way I expected.”
“Well… there goes the neighborhood.”
“At least I don’t have to worry about that library book.”