April O'Neil brought you down to her pants and shoved you, head-first, up her butt. As you were roughly prodded in by an index finger, her anus closed behind you, sealing you inside her dark colon. You tried pounding on the muscular walls of the inside of her rectum, trying to get out, but that just caused everything to tremble as if there were an earthquake. Whether this was merely April walking, or whether she was intentionally trying to torture the "spy", didn't matter. The results were the same -- it was clear that you couldn't exit the way you came. And so you began the long trek in the darkness of April O'Neil's intestines.
It was hot, smelly, and slimy. Only the pulsing walls kept you from losing your path. The noxious fumes of what would become a fart were slowly building up as you climbed and crawled up to her small intestine. Then the smell dissipated, leaving you in the very dry small intestine. There, it was as if the hot corridor wished to digest you, with the "ground" coming with you nearly every step of the way.
Finally, you came to the stomach. You took a deep breath and dove in. The acids burned like fire, but you swam through them, up to the other side of the stomach. Quickly, you pulled yourself up on an "island" of undigested food -- from the look of it pizza. Then, you...what? The only opening was the esophagus, and that was far above and far away. And even if you could make it, it was clear that April was eating -- pizza and soda rained down periodically from above. There was no way you could contact her, and even if you could, would she bother to help you?
You were stuck in her stomach.
***
Far above, as April O'Neil ate her lunch, she began to feel a tightness in her gut. Gas was building up. Try as she might to hide it, a massive burp was welling up inside of her.
***
Suddenly, the contents of her stomach began to bubble. The acids seemed to froth. Something was going to happen, something--
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!
You were catapulted upwards and outwards by the sheer force of the burp. In a blast of hot air, you flew past her tongue, her teeth, her lips. You were finally free from April...or so you thought, as you fell towards her unfinished meal. Where do you land?
Choice One: In her soda straw. April will take another sip, and you'll be sent back through her digestive tract. Alternatively, she may feel that you taste different, and discover you again.
Choice Two: In her pizza. April may notice you -- or she might just think you're another anchovy.
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