I daresay, would it be alright if I pondered the consistency of the universe? Think of it, I should never really hit the ground, what with all of the air particles in my way. Why, they should be so packed together that I just shouldn't hit the ground. Speaking of which, why haven't I hit it yet? I do believe I must call upon Candle Jack so that this ends qui-
Sounds like the perfect opportunity to find out if the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy's entry on flying is correct. It's not like you have anything to lose, right?
It would be sort of satisfying. Your last moments would be the ultimate FU to society. I'd definitely get a few chuckles out of imagining the poor saps that have to powerwash my brains off the pavement later.
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