The Trick of Not Dying: Fantasy

The trick to it was not dying. Once you got past that, it was easy. It was a hell of a trick, though, and just because he'd managed it--once--didn't mean this time would be any easier. He looked back over his shoulder and saw the bullyboys approaching warily, their eyes on the singularity. On the other hand, they didn't look like they'd be much impressed by any trick he could pull, and he doubted they'd just let him go. So--it was the long dive through godonlyknewwhat. Again. He tucked his wallet away inside his pocket and buttoned it shut, quickly checked to make sure he had no loose bits or bobs, took a deep breath, and jumped in, feeling his testicles retract as soon as they realized what he was doing.

Inspiration: I was--thinking of tricks to doing stuff?
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Though I don't know what's going on here. I just love the first line. And hell of a title, there.