[[Drew stands before an audience consisting of Matt, JM, Ian, and the cat, all gathered around the couch. Matt looks particularly sloppy with messy hair, an unshaven face, and a loose tie]]
Drew: OK fellas, here's the deal. The world as we know it is going to end in our lifetime.
[[The focus is placed on Drew, but the image cuts off above his mouth]]
Drew: Fuel cells are a joke, fusion is too far behind and fission is stopgap at best.
Drew: We'll see oil wars in fifteen years and the collapse of the whole infrastructure by our retirement age.
Drew: Nobody wants to face up to it, but the world is going to look post-apocalyptic before we die
Ian: OH SWEET. MUTANTS.
[[Ian and his cat get in the picture again, both raising their arms (ands paws) joyfully while Drew, now with his face completely visible, stares at them]]
Drew: In this case, no.
Ian: Well, when I draw the concept for the thing you're going to tell us about, can I throw in some mutants?
Drew: Knock yourself out.