As I'm munching on my chocolate bunny from Easter I'm pondering the supposed shortage of chocolate that's coming.
If that's not a doom, then I don't know what is...
I picture anarchy. People fighting over squares of chocolate. There'd be a post-chocalyptic chocolate company run by a sisterhood of women.
I picture it like mad max except with chocolate instead of oil and Mel Gibson.
Yeah. Maybe that's just me.