[text]: …You’re not planning on wearing heels to space, are you?
[text] I’d die of shock before I get to space anyway. So I’ll just wait until I die of old age or whatever and write it in my will to be sent into space to scare the bejesus out of some astronaut.
[text]: Just FYI if your body was sent into space it’d probably become space debris, or get carried into a gravitational pull of some sort and be hurdled toward the Earth and probably burn up on impact. I’m not a party pooper, I promise.
[text] Hold up. You’re not really sending me into space are you? I just thought I’d bring it up for shits and giggles...
[Text]: It’s not scary, it’s just space. None of that ‘no one can hear you scream’ business.