| You fall thousands
of feet to your death. Your body hits the ground with a whump!
and your blood splatters like jelly across the jagged rocks.
You're dead. You're deader than a doornail. You're deader than a dead doornail. You're deader than a dead doornail that's died and become dead. Vultures come to gnaw at your flesh. Your parents want to talk to me. Since no one actually saw you fall, you decide to pretend it didn't happen. |