I snap awake, and to my disappointment it was all a dream. All of the sudden the bag starts to shake around, causing my three confidants and I to swivel around. The bag opens, and instead of a bright light greeting us, it was the large fatty bloody mouth of the cyclops. His pudgy fingers jam into tha bag, tearing at the opening a little, and his finger and thumb squish the four of us together as he lifted us up to his face.
I look at the cyclops' mouth open slowly, allowing his flacid cow tongue to flop out, releasing a rancid wince-inducing smell of his breath. His fingers released, allowing the four of us to fall onto the odorous sticky tongue. I look to my right to see one of my men quickly slide down the cyclops' massive throat, grasping at his tongue, screaming for his life, before falling to his doom.
I, meanwhile, stand up, and see my freedom slowly fade away as his sharp dead teeth close in on themselves. I start running toward the opening of his jaw, as fast as I can, and I end up....
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