During a hike yesterday, I asked Hubs what he honestly thought would happen if, you know, just theoretically, he lost his footing on a slippery precipice and fell several hundred feet onto a jagged bed of rocks.
This was his response.
First of all, I wouldn't fall. Second of all, even if I did fall, I wouldn't die, because of my sheer awesomeness. At worst, I'd probably break a couple of bones.
As I was lying there unable to move, a bear might come by and be like
and I'd be like
and then I'd cook it with my laser vision.