There is actually little you can do. She would never hear you from where you are and the slippery walls of the glass are much to high for you to scale. While you are still looking for a way out, Megan takes a gigantic gulp of beer. Before you really understand what's happening, everything turns dark as you enter her mouth. Immediately, the liquid and you rush down her throat, the sudden change of direction making you dizzy.
Down and down you go. You don't know how, but you are able to see in the dark of Megan's throat. Not that there was anything noteworthy to be seen. Just glistening, dark red walls pushing you and the beer down towards the end of the lane. This constant, dragging motion is replaced by a free fall just before you hit the lake of beer, mushed food, and acids filling Megan's stomach. A foul stench fills the air and your nose tingles smelling the strong acids that are breaking down the food.
Megan's stomach is rather full, a giant swamp filled with unnamable debris. The dominating feature is obviously the acid. All the food stuff shows clear signs of dissolving, the smell is everywhere. In spite of this, you think you can also smell something else - alcohol. You recall that Megan looked rather lonely at the bar. Seems as if another friend had just dropped her. You smile at the uselessness of her life.
But then you remember your own situation and start to wonder why you don't feel the burn of the acid. You are soaking wet, but besides that, you seem to be unharmed. This swamp you are in must be full of digestive juice, but yet you are untouched. There is no doubt about you being in Megan's stomach either: the wrinkled walls glistening with slime and fresh acid, the beer crashing down into the ever- growing lake, the constant, jerking movement as the muscles try to mix the food stuff. It may be your changed perspective, but you get the feeling that Megan is quite thirsty tonight.
There is no dry spot for you to go to. At least you are alive. But the entrance you used is still far above your head, whilest the exit must be submerged somewhere in the stinking depths. Currently, you can't do anything but wait for things to take their course. So what will become of you?
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