“If I was a pickle, I would wake up from my slumber. Then, I would proceed to take a bath in a different, better smelling broth to soak. I would float around a bit and then dry myself off. After that, I‘d lounge by my pickle jar and maybe meet a cute pickle. Perhaps chill with the vinegar and take a little nibble of some dill before going to bed floating. If it was the apocalypse, personally as a pickle, I would probably watch all of the other pickles get murdered. I would hide behind the dead pickles and find a way to get a skewer or toothpick and impale any rotten pickles that come my way. If that doesn’t work, I‘d infuse them with my garlic gun, and they would be so shocked that they would just die. Obviously, I would never rest and constantly move from jar to jar. I’d be stocked up on skewers, garlic, and onions. Once I get advanced, there will be a secret base in a location I cannot currently disclose.”