It's all good.
Might as well ship any remaining food to the third world, it will just cause problems with winnarz wanting to eat and stuff.
Wait, when do I get that job carving brand name logos into molecules with my nanolaser? Should I get my rainbow stew bowl out now? How long will it be at this point? Mid-nineties when they were pitching all this delirious hooey, right about now we were supposed to be in the globalist utopia. It looks like a dystopia, not a utopia.
Manboons are not a learning animal. This play would be boring if it were not for a regular change of actors.