One day Henry McLeroy decided to go out on a limb. Shaky and unstable, the limb was teetering on the edge of civilized humanitarian interaction and plummeting disaster, destruction and death. Loosening his necktie, Henry stared into his boss's eyes as he reasoned the situation out in his head and attempted to weigh the pros and cons of the decision he had already made, but had not yet implemented. Slowly and methodically, Henry inched his way along the limb, furthering himself from the stability of the safe tree trunk of silence and introvertedness. He knew he was going to do it, yet despite his mental resolve he has not yet taken that leap of faith and gone for it. Sure the risk was tremendous, and even if he accomplished his goal there was no guarantee of success but that did not matter to Henry.
With a long stride Henry stepped out toward the skinny end of the limb and let go completely of the truck, for a moment he balanced there as if weightless, in perfect equilibrium. YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Henry yelled at the top of his lungs til all the air he could hold was depleted. The boss stared at Henry for a second, then all at once the limb Henry stood on shattered into millions of splintering splinters. Henry felt the gravity of his dire situation grab him and yank downward as despair filled his heart. The boss removed a flaming sword from his belt and left Henry's avatar in a smoldering heap at the base of his TV screen. Henry sighed and put down his controller. He would have to fight another day, his mom had the bagel pizza bites ready in the oven.