Granted. You drink strong dark beer from straw in motorcyclist bar. They see your "bad ass" style as an insult and so they attach the rope to one of strongest motorcycles, tie you to the next end go on a most bumpy road in the world. Your body is smashed to smallest bits from that.
I wish... I could control the Internet while living on Moon, in completely impenetrable capsule which supplies me with infinite oxygen/food/water, and has godly-speed and access to Internet.