Isn't it astonishing how Milo is always prepared for every possibility?...
I present to you the Groundhog Day theory.
>A devastated Melissa stands over Zack's body, a metal bar sticking out of his chest
>"M-milo? How could this h-happen?" she barely manages to say through the tears. "Murphy's law n-never caused any deaths before..."
>"I wish that was true," Milo replies in an almost uncaring tone. "I'm sorry, Melissa. I promise this won't happen next time."
>"N-next time? W-what are you talking about?!"
>Milo just stares coldly at her, then pulls a notebook out of his backpack and writes something down
>later that day
>Melissa is hanging on the edge of a cliff, barely holding to a small plant
>"Milo! Help! I can't hold much longer!"
>Milo just stands over her, unmoving
>"If I try to pull you up, we'll both go down. I'm sorry, Melissa. I forgot about this one. I'll bring a rope next time."
>"Next time?! What's the matter with you today?! I'm going to die! Milo! MILOOOOOO!" she screams, now falling to her doom
>calmly, Milo gets out his notebook and makes another note
>in the evening, Milo sits in his room, studying the notes he made throughout the day
>the TV reports on the massive fatal accidents that occurred in Danville that day
>"Alright," Milo says, memorizing the last page, "let's recap. A spare steering wheel for that bus, a can of white paint, a bungee cord, three hazmat suits, a bag of apples, a dog whistle, and, of course, don't forget a rope for Melissa this time."
>calmly, he pulls a revolver out of the desk drawer
>"Well, I hope I haven't overlooked anything now. I'm getting really tired of this day."
>with no hesitation, he puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger
>...
>"Wow, thanks, Milo! If you hadn't caught me with that bungee cord, I could have fallen right onto that metal bar!"
>"No problems, Zack! It's just like my dad always says: a spare bungee cord in your bag keeps the doctor away."
>IT'S MY WORLD AND WE'RE ALL LIVING IN IT
