The valve opens and slowly you pass through the threshold between your known world...and the inner workings of Steve.
You land with a cannonball splash. Remarkably, the beer diludes Steve's digestive juices. You are alive for now - and you don't like any of it. The whole place smells horrible, reeking of leftover bacon from breakfast and beer. The stomach shakes violently, tossing you around like a scrap of food through your stepdad's stomach.
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