The mixture of the anthro alien women talking, the rumbling from their stomachs and their rapid fire farts creates a blend of nasty sounds that seep into your ears in a similar way their noxious farts are seeping into your nostrils. This, in itself, was torment, you could only imagine what it’s like up close with the crowd of ravenous aliens… or even worse, what it’s like inside one of their stomachs. You gag quietly at the horrendous gas, grabbing a cloth and some discarded thin rope to make a makeshift gas mask around your face.
With the cloth firmly tied to your nose and mouth you’re able to keep out most of their stink. Hopefully now you’ll be able to resist passing out in the middle of the thick cloud of their stink. You start to think about your situation and realize that running to the door may not be the best idea. After all, these alien women seem pretty strong and well built, they could all probably outrun you even on a bad day. Your best bet is to lay low and hopefully they’ll all leave soon and the thick cloud of their farts will mask your scent.
You sit there, silently, like a statue, it’s been a few hours but it feels like an eternity. You wonder if the sun will ever come up, and if these chatty, stinky aliens will ever leave. You don’t really remember any specifics of their conversations but most of what they’ve been talking about is how great their meals were and how they were looking forward to a filling, squirming breakfast. You’re starting to get really agitated, do these aliens ever sleep?
After another hour or so the room is shaken by the powerful belch of one of the aliens. You dare not peak out, not wanting to risk them seeing you. You then hear the alien women saying their goodbyes and goodnights as you hear them filter out of the cafeteria. After a few minutes of sitting in absolute silence you peak out to see the cafeteria completely empty. With a sigh of relief you take off you makeshift gas mask and breathe a sigh of relief, the scent of alien farts still lingering. You get up and head for the exit before you stop yourself. Maybe if you travel deeper into the school you could find more clues as to where Queen is. Should you keep hunting for clues or call it a day?
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