the sweater is full of explosivesBut there's a huge spider under it, it bites you and you die.
I put on my sweater.
You successfully complete it. Aliens kidnap you to exploit your inhuman precision.When you try to talk about trigonometry, a horde of natives apparently hunt you down because the knowledge they can't use and since dragon is fulfilling meal for them, well.
I start building a house of cards in my boredom.
You get shot in the head.In doing so, you're seen as a war machine, and therefor, neutralised before putting your intelligence into breaking an important monopoly.
I decide to crack on monopolies by running for a politician.