Diamonds Are Expensive
You pull out a die from your pocket and chuck it. It lands in the sea. Ah crap. You paid bad money for that die. Bad money that you stole from a drug raid. But there's no time for that now. You need to worry about not dying.
But it can be kind of hard not to die when you're hurtling towards a truck at 50 miles an hour. There are workers loading crates into the truck one by one. You are going to crash right into them. Unless...
You just hope like hell that you're wearing the right undies. You reach down your trousers and pull on a parachute cord.
Oops.
You weren't wearing the right undies. Now you are wearing very tight underpants. It's hard to breathe. And you're now wearing very wet underpants.
Double oops.
What's more you're about to hit the truck.
CRASH!!!
You crash straight into the top of it.
You groan. A long, groaning groan. The groan sounds kind of like this:
"Ooohhhaaawwooeeoohhhh..."
Some of the guards are climbing onto the truck. Two of the guards grab youby the arms and legs and start to pull you away. You're too exhausted to do anything. Going down the step ladder is the worst part.
"Easy... easy..."
"OW! OH! AH! JESUS!"
CRASH!!!
"Ohhhh..."
You lie on the ground, even more painful than before. You can't feel your legs. Four guards now appear around you. They pick you up and are about to throw you onto the truck. You catch a glimpse of the side of the truck. It says "Rider MIT" on it. A big yellow truck. You hope you still have your phone with you. You can give MI6 more information. You might even get a promotion!
What will you do now?
But it can be kind of hard not to die when you're hurtling towards a truck at 50 miles an hour. There are workers loading crates into the truck one by one. You are going to crash right into them. Unless...
You just hope like hell that you're wearing the right undies. You reach down your trousers and pull on a parachute cord.
Oops.
You weren't wearing the right undies. Now you are wearing very tight underpants. It's hard to breathe. And you're now wearing very wet underpants.
Double oops.
What's more you're about to hit the truck.
CRASH!!!
You crash straight into the top of it.
You groan. A long, groaning groan. The groan sounds kind of like this:
"Ooohhhaaawwooeeoohhhh..."
Some of the guards are climbing onto the truck. Two of the guards grab youby the arms and legs and start to pull you away. You're too exhausted to do anything. Going down the step ladder is the worst part.
"Easy... easy..."
"OW! OH! AH! JESUS!"
CRASH!!!
"Ohhhh..."
You lie on the ground, even more painful than before. You can't feel your legs. Four guards now appear around you. They pick you up and are about to throw you onto the truck. You catch a glimpse of the side of the truck. It says "Rider MIT" on it. A big yellow truck. You hope you still have your phone with you. You can give MI6 more information. You might even get a promotion!
What will you do now?
