“We’re reading your heart rate just increased 38%, is everything alright?”
“Pujols do you copy?”
Major Pujols’ muscles tensed. Only fabric and fiberglass separated him from the vast expanse of space, two-hundred miles above the Earth. It was his first spacewalk.
“Oh God, not like this, please not like this,” Pujols said breathlessly, his brow sweating. And just like that, he lost control and it was over.
“Sorry, commander, minor communicator issue; all clear.”
Thankfully, Pujols thought- in space, no one can hear you poop.