"Wha'the hell is that?" Says a coarse voice, the volume shaking the sliverware you find yourself stuck upon.
With a disorienting jerk, you suddenly find yourself eye to eye with the Orc, now staring at you intently. Frozen in fear (though unable to move regardless), you can only wait as the huge yellow pupil examines you. finally, after a few moments, the tension is broken by a hearty laugh.
"Ha ha ha, what the hell?!? You're so tiny!" The orc finally mustered. "W-why would anything even be so puny? You couldn't kill a squirrel!"
"WHOA!" Without warning, you suddenly felt a pair of fingers roughly grip your right leg, roughly pulling you free of your mashed potato prison. Still covered in human food, you now find yourself dangling upside down before the bemused warrior.
"Now why would a pathetic little shrimp like you be in my post battle supper?" She inquired with an alarming playfulness. "Is this a human thing, cooking, uh... little humans into my potatoes? Or... you weren't stealing some of MY dinner, were you...?"
Still Stunned from the petrifying situation you find yourself in, you can only mutter out nervous gibberish.
"Ahhhh... buhhhh...IIIII, uhhhh...
"Once again, you feel a whiskey-tinged blast of hot air as the orc bellows a deafening laugh.
"Aw, wee little thing is too small to speak, huh? At your size, I guess it doesn't matter, I know what I'm going to do with you anyway. I've already decided your going to be..."
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