Unintentional Armageddon

Someone spilled a drink on the launch console for a few nuclear missiles and now everything is going to compost. It was an accident, of course, but no one really cares about that now, not with all those retaliatory missiles swarming like hornets across the globe, homing in on their targets, or wherever. The important thing is that we are all going to die in about an hour.

You car has a full tank of gas, you’ve got about a hundred dollars in cash, and you were just about to go down to the club. Still going?