You put a pistol in your mouth, close your eyes and squeeze the trigger. But, as you do this the plane hits some turbulence which jolts the gun out of your mouth and shoots off your left cheekbone and temple. Some of your brain splatters onto the fuselage, and your right arm commences to shake uncontrollably. The in house TV comes on and you see 'Sideshow Bob' laughing. You want to give it another go, but you can't remember how to operate any of your limbs. You worry that the plane will run out of fuel. You worry that Bob will never stop laughing. Then you stop worrying - a bomb set by the pilot explodes and you enter the delightful world of zilch.
Bad Luck. Try Again.
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