The guy falling off the cliff noticed the seagull flying near him, falling at a similar rate, but with the fundamental difference of the bird being able to glide away at some point. The falling guy wondered for half a second if he could somehow figure out human flight in the few seconds left. In another half-second he rejected the idea. The guy really hoped acceptance would set in soon, because right now it was just pure unadulterated terror. The guy really didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help it. He looked at the seagull, then he looked at the rapidly approaching ground, then back at the seagull, then back at the ground, then the seagull, with a pleading look on his face.
The seagull laughed then nodded at the man’s large, but not ridiculously over-sized stomach. The seagull said, “Sorry, dude, you’re on your own.” And flew away.
The guy thought, “You know–that’s fair. What could he do, really?”
But then the ground approached. The guy had kept in his politeness long enough, and as he shouted, “Save me you stupid fucking bird!” he heard his girlfriend’s voice in his head, saying, “See, I knew you were an asshole all along.” He didn’t have to worry about any of this, though, because there were only about 3.6 milliseconds of this left, but he still did, at least in some frame of mind–the rest of him was consumed with really, really freaking out. Things were not okay.