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If you kept a list of things you’d rather not be stuck in, a car that’s slipping at 60 mph on slimy fish guts would be near the top. You convince yourself that your date probably has many years of experience in driving cars in extreme emergencies. Then you bail out the window.

  In retrospective, this was a pretty stupid thing to do.  Despite your fall being softened slightly by slimy fish guts, this slight softening is not enough to compensate for falling out of a moving car at 60 mph onto the hard, unforgiving pavement.  Your death is quick, but certainly not painless.

  You respawn on an island in the middle of the ocean.  It’s lonely and boring, at least until you discover volleyball, that you can talk to.  You consider naming it Wilson.

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