This really is silly. No reason to stop now though, I suppose. In for a penny, in for a poundA pound of what, exactly?.
[...]This space reserved for the sound of a gun firing.
Not dead again. Nothing to do but check the book.
The odds just now were one in four, so the odds of my being alive are as good as pulling a particular suit from a deck of cards, calling two coin flips in a row, and less likely than rolling five or six on a regular dieWell isn't that exciting. I thought this waiting to die business would be a little rousing. Meh..