Still here only by the grace of impersonal physical laws

GeoX: I think I’ll drive at excessive speed on this winding, treacherous road.

Gravel: We’re going to fuck up your steering.

GeoX: JESUS CHRIST I’M GOING TO DIE

Car: I think I’ll skid on my side for awhile before completely overturning.

Roof: COLLAPSE

Fender: CRUNCH

Rear Windshield: SHATTER

GeoX: Holy shit I’m completely unscathed.

Seatbelt: If it weren’t for me, you might be paralyzed from the neck down about right now.

GeoX: Yeah yeah. Don’t get smug.

Life: Wow. I'm really fucking precarious.