Pinkish-red waves splashed around tiny Nick as he struggled to remain buoyant inside the enormous cup of punch.
Something stung his eyes and smelled strong in his nostrils.
"I think someone spiked the punch!" Nick realized, not that big a shock at a frat party.
He glanced skyward again, his view confined to the wide diameter of the cup's opening. He managed to get another look at the scruffy chin of the muscled dude holding the cup in one massive hand.
Nick tried desperately to hear conversation, but the din of voices sounded like discordant roars of thunder. The splashing waves inside his cup prison also prevented him from hearing anything distinctly from the world outside the cup of punch.
"Hey!" Nick screamed. "Buddy, down here!"
Suddenly, the cup titled. A tidal surge of punch pulled Nick toward the front of the cup.
That's when he saw the giant's opening mouth as a pinkish waterfall began to pour into the mammoth cavern.
He tried to swim against the current, but felt himself weakening.
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