You haul ass and make a
beeline to the end of the corridor, your eyes scanning frantically in
all directions as you reach the four-way intersection. What luck! Just
ahead of you is a sign clearly marked "EXIT" in bright red
letters (and isn't it rather odd, you muse, that this alien ship happens
to have an exit sign in the same style that we do, and isn't it
odder still that it's in English?)!
You sprint as fast as
you can toward the exit door, fearing that the bumbling alien twins
might be just behind you. With a victorious lunge, you reach forward,
turn the knob and burst through the door into the sweet freedom of...outer
space!?
Yes, it seems that in all of your excitement to get off the ship, you
seem to have neglected the fact that it is in fact a ship. But wait! How
on earth could that exit door have led to the actual exterior of the
ship?? They would have needed an airlock! You can't just expect to build
a spaceship with a wooden (wood!??) door and not have problems.
But in the end, the impossibility of it all doesn't really matter,
because you're still fucking dead.
