This wasn't exactly what Leslie had had in mind when she first signed up for the cultural exchange program. Other girls her age were getting to go to Paris or Rome, but not her. She was stuck living among ogres for the next six months. Joy.
Now, to be fair. Leslie had never actually met an ogre. She just knew them by their reputations as large, stinky brutes. Maybe this wouldn't actually be as bad as she thought. Just as she was thinking this, the bus doors opened and Leslie's nose was assualted by the rancid scent of the Ogre Swamps. She had arrived.
As soon as she got off the bus, Leslie was approached by an ogre, a green-skinned male wearing nothing but a loincloth. As he got close, his B.O. invaded Leslie's nostrils, and it was all she could not to pass out while he introduced himself.
"You must be Leslie. I am Glork, your host for the cultural exchange. It's very nice to finally meet you in person."
Leslie was about to respond in kind, no matter how little she actually meant it, when a sudden uncomfortable sensation hit her in the gut. She had been cooped up on that bus for hours, and Leslie desperately needed to take a dump.
"S-sorry to interrupt, but where's the bathroom? It's kind of urgent."
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