Your engines sputter out before you can spot a descent landing spot, and you fall like a rock, or perhaps maybe more accurately for your scale, a pebble. The gray cityscape spirals up at you, but then a powerful gust of wind strikes your ship changing your view drastically and you see a glass window approaching. Busting a tiny round hole in the pane you enter a crowded room full of giants. The nose dips down and you are hurled back by the inertia. Suddenly everything goes red.
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Sheila, the aging lunch lady, smokes her cigarette as she casually stirs her chili. She hears a strange 'kerplunk' from the cauldron and lglances down into the red sloppy mixture of beans and ketchup -- nothing. She shrugs and looks at the other side of the counter, 'the little brats are starting to line up.' Moving the smoke back to her lips the giantess lets some of its ash fall in with the chili. Instead of attempting to pick it out she just stirs it into the liquid with her ladle. "Alright," she calls to the line, "someone step up before it gets cold."
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You pull the emergency eject but nothing happens. Whatever liquid fills this swamp you crashed into it, it must have jammed the mechanism. Knowing your ship is only sinking deeper, you reach for your last resort, the laser pistol at your side. Scrunching into the back of the plane you point the gun at the red-encased cockpit glass and fire. The red beam, a suitable cutting torch, etches a molten line across the glass, red hot drips falling upon and igniting your seat. You cough at the plastic smoke filling the cabin but keep the trigger depressed, tracing a glowing circle on its surface. Then suddenly 'WOOSH' the glass explodes inward followed by a torrent of what looks like lava but tastes like... tomatoes?
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Squirming out of the narrow hole you swim/kick past thousands of soft elliptical shapes roughly child-sized. Your lungs begin to burn with the need for breath but the swamp seems to go forever. You are spasming for air by the time you break the surface and see, with horror, where you are. 'This is no swamp,' you think observing the red stew around you and the 'elliptical' objects you now realize are beans. You look up past the vast steel heights to the pot's far-distant rim and see... a ladle!
Overcome with the fear of being devoured by these titans you dive for your life kicking down through the beans you so recently fought to escape. Above the impact of the ladle is apparent for it sends shock waves through the gelatinous food. You feel yourself being pulled up, look around and realize your stuck to a gob of chili on the bottom of the spoon. You wriggle yourself free before you can be taken to some hungry giant's waiting bowl and fall with a sloppy splash into the waiting chili.
Without pause the ladle comes again and this time you are to weak to escape its clutches. Floating in the center of the steel-spoon, you tredd bean-juice as you await your fate.
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