Fortunately, the chemicals in the observatory combined with the the chemicals to keep the observatory lenses clear to create a large amount of foam for you to land in. Unfortunately...
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it's water-soluble, and after a serendipitous sudden downpour you are free. Unfortunately . . .
the combination of chemicals, asteroid particulates, and water seems to have given you superpowers. Unfortunately...
Unfortunately, your super power is flatulence. Yes, you can blow out a candle at 100 paces. Just turn around. Fortunately....
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Fortunately, there's a birthday party for an asthmatic ten year old around the corner. The entertainment has not shown up and Grandpa's stories of the Korean war are failing to impress the partgoers, much as ten year old boys like the gruesome details, and Mom is willing to pay handsonly for your newfound tallents. Unfortunately...
Unfortunately, you had previously taken ex-lax, and have now discovered a new super ability, much to the chagrin of the entire party, and the loss of the cake. Fortunately....
the cake was chocolate, and the kiddies are oblivious to the fresh layer of icing. Unfortunately...
The molecular structure of your 'fresh layer of icing' has similar properties to what you were bathed in, and now 'the little monsters' aka 10-year-olds are turning in to real-life big monsters.
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By the time you smell them it's already to late. With a single touch they can turn you in to a monster. Or as they were later described: "The flung-dung don't actually have to touch you. If you smell one, it is recommended to RUN. But not in a straight line. Otherwise, they will live up to their names. And heaven help those who are hit by the flung dung." Fortunately ...
you were a rabbit in a previous incarnation, and running a zigzag pattern is your forte as evidenced by your stellar, if short, pro football career. You run a backwards, zigzagging as you prepare to turn the tables by flinging a large rock (with plenty of spin) at a pursuing monster. Unfortunately...
As you zigged and zagged, looking behind to see where the Flung Dungs were, you missed the large hole in the ground. Now you are falling, feeling a bit like Alice going to Wonderland. Fortunately ...
your previous incarnation as a rabbit emerges once again, allowing you to feel right at home falling the down the rabbit hole (chanting "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"). Unfortunately...
when you hit the bottom of the hole you suddenly revert to your full human size, and are, for all intents and purposes, buried alive. Fortunately . . .
You discover that you have matches in your pocket, so utilizing your amazing flatulance, you launch yourself like a rocket, heading towards the top of the hole. Unfortunately..
there is a toadstool nearby, and you eat from one of the edges, which shrinks you back down to hole size. Unfortunately...
Despite your diminutive size, you manage to grab the edge of the pump out tube and pull yourself up. You are able to climb up this pipe, and reach daylight, gulping down as much fresh air as you can force in to your lungs. You are FREE! Unfortunately ...
it's during the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race, and all the guards and inmates are all watching the day's highlights on TV. Their distraction allows you time to take a quick shower, find some clean civilian clothes, and walk out the front gate unnoticed. Unfortunately . . .
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You still have a few more doses of Tasmanian-Tiger-Snake Be-Gone®, that you bought on E-Bay several years ago. Unfortunately . . .