Oh, god.

We're all going to die.

The Visitor Center is shut down. Doors locked, no lights, no anything!

I have this feeling that something seriously not right is going on here...

PEOPLE OF NEW MOORE!

So you've all certainly received the messages by now, that our whole wide world is about to burn to death by the impact of a meteor within a matter of days. What are your plans? Do you have everything in order before your skin melts off into a puddle of sticky human goo?

FEAR NOT, GOOD PEOPLE

For ZIM has an ingenious plan to destroy the meteor! Using my clearly superior and mighty brain, I have been working on blueprints for a rocket-propelled bomb delivery system that will intercept the chunk of broken planet or moon or asteroid and explode it all into smithereens.

When I have saved humanity, we may begin talks about how you can all thank me by making me ruler of all mankind.

You're welcome.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening... Not yet. Please not yet.

Everyone always thinks it's going to happen in their lifetimes... but who ever actually thinks that they're going to be right?

Well... Whatever happens, happens, I guess. There's still a lot that I would like to do but... If this is the end, I'd rather die with dignity making others comfortable than die cowering under a rock somewhere.

So with or without the other hosts, I will ensure that the Host Club stays open to those who need a place to come and find peace with his or her fellow man, and those who need a friend to hold their hands.

I am the Host, Fujioka Haruhi, at your service.

The hospital's been shut down.

I need to know if anyone else in New Moore has any medical experience to speak of. We can't ... we can't just let everything fall apart.