Because he ran ahead.
A chompion. (7-year old me thought he was very clever.)
Wife: I'd take half and leave. Husband: Well here's $6 and you can start packing anytime now.
They both run at the first sign of emotion.
The number of the car that hit you.
A racing club
It ran out of juice.
21st floor person goes: AHHHHHHHHHH 1st floor goes: AHHHHHHHHHH
Falling from the 1st floor: SPLAT! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Falling from the 10th floor: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SPLAT!
He didn't have any *body* to go with But he still really wanted to bone.