"Okay," replies the space cadet.

You get in your car and drive home. But on the way your author has a sudden attack of writer's block. With no one to tell you what happens next in your life you pass out and your car goes over a cliff. Your author suddenly comes out of his block, but by that time it's too late, you're already plunging toward certain death, with nothing to look forward to but a well written description of your fiery end.