My foster brother is really into Zombie Squad. They get together at gun ranges and practice shooting and build zombie mazes to go through. They talk about "zombie preparedness" which easily converts to disaster things like tornadoes or earthquakes.
He went to the Zombie Squad National HQ in Las Vegas and parked in their "Zombie Response Team Only Parking" then headed inside & told the clerk where he parked. The clerk didn't know the store had something like that so checked out his bike. She noticed that he did, in fact, have a Zombie licence but told him it was expired. He went in, bought a new one, and slapped it on, saying "I don't want to be accused of poaching."
-I kill zombies.
-But there are no zombies!
-You're welcome.
He went to the Zombie Squad National HQ in Las Vegas and parked in their "Zombie Response Team Only Parking" then headed inside & told the clerk where he parked. The clerk didn't know the store had something like that so checked out his bike. She noticed that he did, in fact, have a Zombie licence but told him it was expired. He went in, bought a new one, and slapped it on, saying "I don't want to be accused of poaching."