Snow.

Jeez. There is so much snow. I've shoveled out the car like three times, and it's not going anywhere. Nice of the plow guys to, you know, plow. Psyche! Anyway, I'll probably starve. If I have to resort to cannibalism, I think I'll eat Jack last. I mean, you could hardly walk in this stuff. I might have to pull a Brian's Winter trick and fashion some snow shoes. Then I'll go moose hunting. Hell yes.