A burning plane comes soaring toward the ground in the direction of three friends.
Two of the friends run for their lives, the burning plane skidding along the ground right behind them.
Friend 1: Wait – we lost Ann!
Friend 2: There’s no time, keep running!
The two friends gasp for breath in front of the motionless wreckage. A ways behind them, Ann stands several paces to the side of the skid marks. She looks at her friends, bewildered.
Ann: Why didn’t you just step to the side?
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