I’ll go to a biker bar.
Make sure you blend in: Tequila
So, this nebbish ends up in a biker bar, the conversation turns to a nuclear strike on America.
The nebbish asks this big burly biker what he’d do in the half hour or so it would take for the missiles to arrive.
Wah, I’d hop on the first thing that moved and hump it to death! Wha would you do?
Ummm. I’d stand perfectly still...
After you get to the biker bar, buy everyone a round of drinks.