Finding himself suddenly in a zero-pressure environment with no oxygen, he makes the mistake of holding his breath. While the pressure resulting from expanding gasses in his body isn't enough to rip him open, it is enough to rupture his lungs internally. This introduces oxygen bubbles into his blood, killing him. Similarly, air trapped inside his digestive tract has easier (butt-related) ways of escaping than exploding through bone and muscle.
I am Nathan Hoste and I made these lines and colors. I do these things in the event horizon of Metro Detroit. My least favorite words are: juxtaposition, wonky, style, and seepage. I am a carbivore, unless bacon and beef and sausage and chicken are carbs, in which case I'd be a carbitarian. Crab has got to be a carb. My hobbies are: bread, honking, etc. My interests include: cats.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.