The whole world has been wiped out. There is nothing left but three roaches - one, a leftover doobie, the second, an actual roach (you know, the kind with the legs), and the third, some drummer named Max. I get metaphysical on this one, exploring the meaning of life and discussing what it means to be a menopausal woman fighting for rights in a man's world.
Not really. But it's going to be pretty friggin' cool.
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