The thick cloud of stink is nearly suffocating to you, you’re going to have to get out of here soon or you’ll probably going to succumb to their toxic farts. With no other options but to run you peak out from the counter to see when the alien women are especially occupied. They seem to be wrapped up in rubbing the distended, squirming guts at the moment and talking about their tasty ‘dinners’. It looks like it’s now or never. You dart out from behind the counter, but it sounds like they’ve noticed you. You hear from behind you, “Hey is that a kid”, “Is he spying on us”, “Looks like he’s trying to escape… get him!”
Your legs pump, your heart beats through your chest, your blood rushes, you can make it. Your simply feet away from the double doors to freedom. You’ve got this, you’ll make it! Woops! You don’t got this. You trip on a stray wooden beam, probably once belonging to a lunch table, acquainting your face with the ground. A cow woman and the croc lady from before nearly slam themselves into the double doors, swiftly shutting and looking them. The two them firmly plant themselves in front of each door, smugly grinning down at you, blocking your way out. Now, two metal doors and probably over a thousand pounds of fat, hungry alien women stood between you and freedom.
To make matters worse when you got up and turned around you are greeted with a terrifying sight, a horde of grinning alien women, forming a complete circle around you, trapping you. Soon enough you feel something grab you, you turn to see a horse lady grabbing your arm and pulling you towards her, she speaks in a southern accent, “Hey darlin’, wanna see what the inside of a horse looks like?” You feel someone grab your other arm, a hyena woman, “Geez, you look awfully cold. Wanna warm up inside my stomach?” Then a shark woman steps up, looking angrily at the hyena, “Hey I saw him first!” A rhino woman chimes in, “No, he’s my snack.”
The alien women break out into an angry frenzy, arguing over who will get to gulp you down. All of the arguing stops once someone yells, “Enough!” Everyone turns to see the green cat lady from before approaching you. She addresses the other aliens, “All of you have already had your meals, and I’ve been working all night to prepare them for you. It’s only fair I get a snack of my own.” The cat looks you up and down, “Hmm, then again… if you are a spy I bet Queen would love to meet you.” You chuckle nervously, “How about you just let me go and we’ll call it a day?” The cat lady chuckles, “Sorry, not happening. Now, decisions, decisions.” The cat lady ponders you’re fate.
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