Challenge topic #23: Lucky Shot
Character(s): Danny Fenton
Genre: General, Humor
Rating: K+

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

A/N: Mostly stream of consciousness. Forgive the author for any grammatical boo boos.

It shouldn't have happened.

As much as I hate math, I'm stuck here crunching numbers. So... Coordinates, distance, velocity, gravitational influences... Aww, screw it. Let's just do a web search and average out some expert guesses. Something this disastrous, pun intended, happens only once every 1000 centuries. So the chances of it happening in any given decade comes to one in ten thousand. That it was powerful enough to... Ugh... I still don't even want to think about it. Anyway wiping out life as I know it along with quite a bit of the neighborhood comes to... And carry the absurdity factor...

That it was composed of the solidified and condensed energies of that particular variety... hmm... capable of... I'm the expert so I can just pull a number out of the air and site myself. Ha, try to catch me out on that one... Say one in one-hundred million.

Okay, now I'm stuck. Dang it. Prof is going to regret making me show my work when reading through it drives him insane. Oh yes, he is.

So probability of A is 1 : 10,000 Bad enough.

The probability of B is 1 : 100,000,000. Never gonna happen, except it did.

I'm looking for the probability of A inclusive of probability B for the impossible odds of the thing that happened happening. Ouch, my brain is melting.

Sigh... No matter how hard I stare, the numbers won't crunch themselves. Don't they know who they're dealing with? Bigger sigh... They probably do and they're just being spiteful. Aww crap. I forgot to factor in the odds of the explosion occurring at just the right angle and with just enough force to send the thing hurtling towards us with a big ol' DOOM! written on it. Should I figure in the odds that I was in just the wrong place at just the wrong time to set it all in motion? No, no, no, it's too complicated already. Besides, I'm almost always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Why add anything with good odds? Let's just call it A inclusive of B inclusive of C1 inclusive of C2 = lotsa math.

I need a sandwich. Or cold pizza, that works too. Okay so the above equation gives us...

2 HOURS LATER

Um. I think it's a one in two point seven billion chance, but who knows. Stupid. Okay, let's just call the whole thing a lucky shot. One Disasteroid, comprised of extremely harmful Ectoranium, sent hurtling straight for Earth thanks to a Fruit-loop's very unfortunately placed missed shot and the subsequent fuel tank explosion. Oh man, I better hope my English professor doesn't see that run-on sentence. You know what? I'm just gonna hold onto this, check the numbers a couple more times, and save it for extra credit later. For now I'll just calculate the odds of an average freshman getting hit by a bus any given weekday. Much simpler assignment to complete.

In the meantime, we'll completely disregard the extremely thin odds of me NOT ending up as some dissection subject in a secret lab somewhere, and the just as extremely thin odds of me getting almost universal public approval. Who'd have figured? We'll set aside the thankfully good odds of my parents' approval and assistance. We'll ignore the good fortune of both passing high school and getting accepted into a decent college.

All that taken into account (or left out), I still have to decide if that Lucky Shot with the Disasteroid was good luck or bad. After all, despite all of the great and wonderful things that have come out of it, I AM still stuck here in Intro to Statistics. Or maybe that's really a question for Philosophy class.

Screw it, I'm going to bed.