-Allright, son, we made it to the shelter! Good Lord... Hey, what's that look on your face? What's bugging you?
-Dad...
-What?
-Did Mom and Mary Jane die? They ignored the siren and... bomb probably hit them...
-Well, yeah, there're probably dead. More likely. Definitely.
-Oh no...
-Hey, son, don't you dare to be upset! We've got checkers and deck of cards, so try to relax or something!
-Okay, dad... But may I ask...Why haven't you tried to save them, just like you've saved me?
-The answer is pretty obvious, son. Your sister is too fat, so instead of occuping my hands with her body, I decided to take a radio and an axe. And on the second run to the shelter with two cans of tomato soup I had only one spare hand. Too bad for your mother, rifle looked more useful than her. And less noisy.
-Uuh...
-Actually, I almost forgot to take you with me! Lucky me, you were playing in the room closest to the shelter! Hahahaha!
-Sorry for questioning your logic, dad, but why bring an axe to the shelter?
-Don't be ridiculous, son! How am I supposed to shave my beard without an axe?
-I guess you're right. Well, dad, I'm still glad we've got each other. No one knows what happened to our world after this nuke hit our town. There might be mutants out there, crazy people, bandits and other danger, we don't know about... I think we should...
-Yeah, whatever, son. Didn't mean to interrupt you, but it's afternoon and we still need a bug spray and a padlock! So get out there and find this stuff, while I discuss our future with my friend Sam The Sock Puppet.
-As you wish. dad. As you wish.