Utterly Mad

Gil looks around for food, water, and maybe, just maybe, a jug of gasoline. His mind is thinking of what else could be useful, Styrofoam? could use it with gas to make napalm. Bleach and annomia? Mustard gas. He's gonna need vessels for that though... He speaks up in a hushed tone, "Hey, lemme know if you find something that I could use, bleach, gasoline, stuff like that. Hell, even Styrofoam or packing peanuts."