Those that walk the wasteland know that the world isn't a kind place. Sometimes people think of the pre-war days as a golden age, a time when people were better to each other. But there wouldn't have been an apocalypse if that were true.
Bobby had some tables. His tables were so fat. And when Bobby couldn't hold them up no more, down Bobby's tables went. Down, down, down, dropped down to the floor. Down his tables went.