I was in my space rocket with my colleagues. Our mission was to find a black hole, and try to take pictures. My colleagues, Bob and John, are talking about how funny it would be if one of us accidentally got sucked in.

“I mean if I got sucked in I’d be spaghettified.” Says Bob. “Well, you’re pretty short so a little stretch would be good for you!” Says John. “Too bad nobody will see you when you’re taller.” I added.

“Guys, I’m literally not that short. I’m literally five foot and six inches.” He replied defensively. “And the average is five foot nine.” Says John with a grin.

“Seriously?” Says Bob looking up at us. “Seriously.” Said John and I at the same time. John gives me a fist bump, and we both laugh. “Alright, laugh all you want. I’ll get my revenge.” He says. “What are you going to do? Attack my kneecaps?” Asked John. I burst out laughing. It was harsh, but the joke was so funny.

“You’re laughing now, yes, but I’ll be the one laughing when you’re begging me for mercy.” He says. “Yeah, okay, big shot. No, wait, I meant, small shot.” I say. “That was savage, bro.” He says giving me high-five.

A few hours later, we hear Bob yelling, “WE FOUND THE BLACK HOLE! WEAR YOUR mSUITS AND GRAB YOUR CAMERAS, EVERYONE! WE GOT A BLACK HOLE TO PHOTOSHOOT!” “God, we get it could you keep your voice down?” I say sleepily because I just woke up from my nap.

I wear my suit, and grabbed my camera. I go to John, and tell him that I want to speak to him in private. He agrees, and we go to my room. “Hey uhh.. do you think we were a bit too harsh on Bob?” I ask.

“What? No. He knows we’re clearly joking.” He says. “I don’t know… when he said you’ll be begging for mercy. That didn’t sound like a joke to me.” I say. “Nonsense, as I said, what’s he going to do? Attack my kneecaps?” He says. I laughed again. That made me feel a little better.

“Now, come on, we gotta go.” He says. John, Bob, and I go out of the space shuttle. “Woah, it’s huge!” I say. “Very!” Added John. Bob starts laughing hysterically.

“Dude, what’s so funny?” I ask. “The fact that John won’t be making it back to that shuttle! I’ll spare you, Greg, so the people don’t get suspicious.” He says. “NO! Don’t spare me. John is my best friend. Spare him!” I say.

“Greg, don’t. Just do what he says.” Says John. “NO!” I say. “HAHA, YES!” Says Bob. “Who’s laughing now?” Asks Bob. Bob floats to John and began pushing him.

“NO! Leave him alone!” I yell. I push John out of harm’s way, and then I jump in to the black hole.

The last thing I saw was John breaking Bob’s helmet.