Conker's vision was surrounded by darkness. He began to wonder if he had even opened his eyes, and if he did, had he become blind due to the alcohol. He was also feeling wet from his chest down to his feet, and he was sitting on something hard and warm. His surroundings were warm and getting hotter, and the water, now mixed with vomit began to bubble some. The confused squirrel moved his limbs to find he was entirely surrounded by the thing that he was sitting on.
A number of things ran through Conker's mind as he tried to figure out where he was. The sound of a fire crackling all around him filled his ears as the water's temperature rose higher, causing Conker to pant and sweat. "Oh God...I'm in a cooking pot!" he shouted, slamming his fists on the sides of the pot.
"Hey! Someone! Help me! Get me out of this thing!" Conker screamed as he smashed his paws into the side of the pitch black cooking pot.
A voice, muffled from being further away came into range of his hearing. "Ooh...sounds like my delicious meal has woken up!"
The lid of the pot lifted away, the sudden light causing Conker to wince and close his eyes. Whatever it was sniffed at him and sprinkled what he guessed was salt over his head. "Oh, it seems my tasty squirrel has vomited in the water!" said whoever was cooking him.
Conker whimpered, wondering what more could happen now.
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