i think this rob dude would be invaluable in an end-of-world, societal breakdown, fending off looters/jackboots & thugs, oh my.....and zombies (a nod to shinyvandal)but when the dust has settled, & you're nestled in the underground bunker one night, & you've bent over the coffee pot burbling on the sterno-stove, or reached for a can of cling peaches in syrup, BAP-BAP!!!! rob delivers 2 to the back of your head.
your bunker is now HIS bunker...he doesn't need you anymore... he earned your bunker....and your cling peaches in syrup, and your chef boy-ar-dee ravioli (a nod to shaw)
& rob doesn't own a car/house/land/bunker....so am i stretching it here?