Rest assured, I’m in agreement. I’m just joking that the dude who was the first to use an explosion to leave the planet might have some nerves that needed calming.
I can confirm this dude’s statement about caimans. I used to hang out in their neck of the woods a looong time ago when I was a teenager. A few minutes away from Key Biscayne is a little tract of federal land where an old squatter named Jimbo built himself a little shanty town in a cove. He’d sell smoked fish and if you left cash on a counter, you could grab canned beer from a nearby cooler. My friend and I would see all kinds of wildlife in the nearby trails and water, usually gators, deer, and manatees. A few times we did see caimans, and they were always the most hostile fuckers. We called them Meth Gators.
My friend, you are the one who is mistaken. I have personally seen crocodiles in the Everglades. I’m from Florida and certainly know the differences between our reptilian neighbors.
The counterargument for this line of thinking is that it’s just theoretical. You don’t have actual experience with the scenario, so you can’t truly know how you’d behave.
We all like to think we’re paragons of virtue. But when the chips are down, most people behave in ways they never expected to.
In the words of an eminent poet, “Everybody got a plan until they get punched in the mouth.”
My mother and sister fucking looooove these movies, despite how low effort cookie cutter they are. My favorite game while they’re watching is “count the POC.” The last one we saw together, I got to 1.