Without question we will have to eat all of our children for energy before we do anything else. It's the long-lasting energy that you need to fight a war versus an army that is made up of Four Spearchuking Snipers with two fingers on one hand and three on the other, three bows and arrows, seven supersoakers filled with poison goat milk, and one woman with three nipples all capable of squirting sour breast milk up to 24 feet into the wind. The thought of the chaos from fighting such a inhumane form of combat makes me want to eat my children as I type this.