Never Fade Away

"What you are saying is that they are all robots?" Max asked. He butted out his third cigarette and reached for another one from the open pack at the table. "All of them?" 

Frank nodded before replying. "Every last single one of them. It's like it's all gone Stepford."

"Creepy," Dexter said with a shudder. "Everyone?" 

"Not just everyone," Frank stated. "It's every freakin' thing. Even the rats and birds and the spider that makes a web by the mailboxes!"

Max lit up his fourth smoke. Inhaled and waited several long seconds to let the smoke out. "I guess that settles it then."