It's a bag that's gone atomic, man. Like, it's got all the radiation.
Because it's like, radioactive. Duh.
Don't. Just stare at it until it gets clean. Like, just sit there and contemplate the futility of existence.
The world ends. Like, literally. The skies turn to ash, the seas turn to lava, and the trees all grow giant tentacles.
Sorry, not sorry. They're sold out. Like, sold out of the universe.