Doesn't matter if I'm riding out Hurricane Irene or the latest zombiepacolypse, there's absolutely no reason for me to huddle in a cramped, dank vault like some goddamn refugee.
No, if I'm going to have to "hunker down" like some schmuck (doesn't this storm know who I am?) I'm going to do so in the lushest, sexiest, most awesomest retro fallout shelter on the (sub-)surface of the planet! I'm gonna put Brendan Fraser to shame—and these tools are a fine start. So let the repopulating begin!
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The floor—you want me to sit on the floor. Yeah, no. Not happening. I'm calling dibs on the Eames. If it's good enough for the NY MoMA, it should suffice to support my chiseled buttocks. $5450