2012: End of the World?

[Cassie]

You don't like bees?
Well I technically have hayfever so preferably we pick a field with not too many flowers. {rolleyes}
I'm in charge of the picnic, I called it.
And as we converse and laugh and the sun shines down [yes, in December] in the fields, a giant wave will bound up and drown us, and we can all die together.

This is turning out really not pleasant. But death never is. Unless you die drowning in chocolate or something...