Manhattan is under attack by giant lizards but that's all just a traffic snafu or a few desperate souls on their converging paths with the Connecticut townie bar holding the best gambling odds on the collapsing buildings in the Big Apple's skyline.
What can reality television do to compete with live news broadcasting like this?
How do you proceed with your day when you're haunted by a malicious ghost from Connecticut's colonial witch trials and your ex girlfriend sends you back the wrong prosthetic hand in the mail?
How many bus lines through the suburbs of the tri-state area run during the destruction of a city that never sleeps . . . even while it burns to the ground?