"Ahehe... It's Three Dawg here folks. Now, if you haven't felt the earthquakes, you really shoulda felt it by now. Or, at least, be about to feel them. Seems we've had a 'minor eruption' at Yellowstone Volcano. Not one of the big 'uns, but uh, still pretty big. They say most of the US gon' be pretty fuckin' cold in a few days time. More than that though, Israel has officially launched a ground invasion into Jordan, and have declared that its Arabic neighbours have 'no official sovereignty." The already some-what familiar voice offered a clearing of the throat. "Not sure if WW3 is about to kick off as well folks. Keep an ear on the news. Three Dawg's going to catch some Zs."

Robin and Trixie looked at one another. "He didn't say the Richter, but felt [i]across the US?"[/i] Trixie raised an eyebrow, before an emergency broadcast pinged on their phones at once.

[b]ATTENTION CITIZENS: THE FOLLOWING STATES ARE UNDER MARTIAL LAW...[/b]

"That's every... Every state apart from Alaska and Hawaii."

"What the fuck."

"Shit's going... Shit's going down. God damn." The two didn't know where to look. "You think the word's about to end? Like, for real? All our preparation facing the actual, full on end?"

"We never really thought it would come to this, did we?"

"... Not really, no."

"Do you wanna enjoy the end of the world before we feel that earthquake?"

"Sure. Rocky, stay." Robin pointed at the dog, who looked up and him, and then neatly sat down in front of the door. "Wanna see if I can pick you up still? I haven't tried in ages."

"Sure... Why not." Trixie let out a grin, and Robin knelt down. Hands in a bridal carry, up she went. 

"Hey, would ya look at that."

"Oh stop it Robin."