When Mars attacks I'll be in Oregon eating saltines and everything bagels washed down with orange Tang while you're probed anally with a green stick the size and shape of a bottle of Bud in downtown Tallahassee.
After the attack I'll go fishing in Crater Lake and catch twelve rainbow trout or kokanee salmon and fillet them one by one while you limp and buy chairs with extra pads and change the gauze at the base of your ****.