"3 I suppose." You shrug.
Mr. Smith grins wickedly and exhales thick silvery fog in your face. You inhale without thinking and everything goes black.
When you wake the ground is soft, but also moving up and down at a steady pace. Accustomising yourself to your surroundings is interrupted by panic when you spot the colossal face of your teacher baring down on you.
With a yelp of complete terror you are plucked off of his chest by two thick fingers and held in front of his face.
"Here's the challenge runt, you run round the edge of my mouth until I tell you to stop. Fall in and I'll eat you, stop and I'll eat you, try to escape and I'll eat you. Got it?"
You nod automatically and he leans backwards, dropping you gently on his chin. He cups the edge of his cavernous mouth with two large hands, creating a wall to keep you in.
You wobble precariously as he says: "You can start running now punk."
You hesitantly set off running clockwise around the deadly mouth.
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