We did it, George, we made it! We're safe!

While George and his Thai friend Tutembe were celebrating their escape with cries of joy, they were also wondering why Tutembe had a Zimbabwean name although he was Thai. Their puzzlement did not last long. A plane flying high above them was carrying piranhas to the house of a rich villain, who was redecorating to celebrate his new plan to conquer the world. Due to a malfunction in the cargo door, one of the water tanks full of piranhas fell on the floor, shattered and let the piranhas out to open sky. 150 piranhas were falling towards George and Tutembe from 10,000 feet. The piranhas had realized that they would hit the ground and lose their lives before even having a chance to drown in the absence of water, their only wish was to enjoy a last meal in their last three seconds. When they noticed the two men approaching them from below with terminal velocity, their eyes were filled with tears; in awe of this miracle they regained the faith they had lost. Before crashing to the ground and scattering away as a thousand bloody pieces, each of them opened their mouth and gratefully took a juicy, delicious bite. What's left of George and Tutembe were two half-eaten skeletons lying in a pool of blasted fish chunks. The Mexican police could never solve the case.