Milkies.
I sure wish I could flee to Mehico like he did, though.
No way his brain is still usable.
That's assuming there's an America left to create fear porn about.
I don't know about him, but I'm ready to eject the disc, snap it in half, and bash the player into a pile of chinesium shards.
Only thing that's kept me from splattering myself is fear that I might miss something interesting.