Steve and Kevin

“What are we trying today?” asked Steve. He tipped a powder into his glass and chugged. Waited. Nothing.

“I was thinking,” said Kevin, “we could try a couple of things at once. Gunshot into a guillotine? Electrocution while drowning?”

Steve stretched and looked out the window. “We need to start getting really creative. I’m thinking: vacuum of space? Could we commission a rocket?”

“Ooo,” Kevin sat forward. “Rocket fuel.”

“Now we’re talking,” said Steve, without much enthusiasm. Some days he thought he’d never die.

That was the trouble with progress: once you got to the end, you couldn’t go back.

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