[ WP ] After the apocalypse , you take shelter at a local dooms-day prepper 's bunker . They 're insufferably smug about it .

`` You know...'' 
 
 `` For God's sake Mark.'' 
 
 Mark leaned back in his favorite rickety wooden chair, balancing on the two back legs with his feet on his camo colored plastic picnic table. Smug satisfaction dripped and seeped from every pore as he twirled his pubic-like waist length beard. 
 
 `` I told you.'' 
 
 `` Fuck off.'' 
 
 `` Look at all this-'' 
 
 As he bragged the back two legs of his chair snapped, causing him to tumble backwards. There was an audible *crack*, when Marks head collided against a large stack of canned beans. 
 
 His chest was still, his eyes empty, and his head swollen. Though it was already swollen before death. 
 
 `` Saved me the trouble, I guess.''
