As usual, I wake up expecting this day to be like every other. I go to work, do a lot of boring things, and blah blah blah. Oh, by the way, did I mention that I work at NASA? Eh, I just explained it now.
Anyway, back to work. WAIT A SECOND! NASA chose me to explore the moon?! Well, why not?
But wait, I could possibly die if I don’t make the right decision. My life depends on this. If I choose to go to the moon, I will either die or make it to space safely. Or the rocket could brutally explode during our journey. ARGH! This is a tough decision.
Umm, maybe I shouldn’t go to the moon. I could die. Or, screw it! I’m going to the moon, baby! Death might happen during travel.
Or, on second thought, never mind. I’ll just stay here on Earth.
And so, I happily decided not to go to the moon. Because the rocket exploded. And I don’t want to talk about the rest.