Derek helplessly floated around in the stomach of a rowdy elementary school student. He thought about where he had gone wrong applying for a job at this size and what he might have done better to save himself from being consumed. He had been very optimistic about potentially being saved by Mrs. Caras, but clearly things just weren't going to work out. How would she save him while he resided inside the gut of this girl? Derek was beginning to resign to his fate. "What a tragic way to go," he sighed. He gently drifted himself towards one of the stomach walls and hit it.
*GURGLE*
Moans and groans echoed around Derek after his encounter with the mucus-lined membrane. They only served to reinforce his hopelessness. "I only hope," thought Derek, "that I pass peacefully before the ugly conclusion of the digestive process." He knew that his durability was extreme, thanks to his college experiment. But was it extreme enough to survive the human digestive tract? Would he want to live to know the answer to that question? Either way, Derek produced more questions than answers. Little did he know that he was being considered every step of the way.
In the outside world, Portia Caras was freaking out, at least internally. She thought her job might be on the line if she didn't fine the tiny assistant that had previously been effectively working with the elementary students. "Okay class," she nervously announced, "I can't seem to find Mr. Bates. Has anyone happened to see your tutor?" For a few moments, there was silence. Then, the little girl that had eaten the very same missing person broke that silence.
*BELCH*
"Excuse me. Mrs. Caras?" the girl began. "Yes, Emily?" the teacher replied. "I think I know where Mr. Bates is." Portia's eyes lit up. "You do? Well, where is he?" she asked. Emily slapped her belly a couple times, shaking Derek's whole world. Portia was confused. "I don't understand, where is he?" she repeated. Emily shyly approached the teacher. She motioned for Mrs. Caras to lean in so she could whisper the answer. "I, um, I ate him. He was my morning snack." Portia leaned back and gasped in astonishment. "Emily! You- no, I'm sorry young lady, you need to go to the health room right this instant. I will call the principal." While Mrs. Caras called the office, Emily stood in the front of the room, embarrassed. She burped again. Tears formed in her eyes as she came to regret what she did, more for getting in trouble than for having eaten Derek.
Inside of the young girl, Derek sang to himself. He continued floating on, the acrid environment slowly but surely irritating him more and more. The little man nearly fell asleep, having accepted his fate and wanting to be out of it before Judgment Day arrived. Just before he croaked, a massive slap against Emily's belly jostled Derek awake. He slammed away from the girl's stomach wall and into the middle of the pond. A very, very faint voice could be heard. Derek couldn't tell much but he did hear a concerned person trying to call out to him and give him some information. He was instantly rejuvenated with hope. Though, a minute later, a somewhat familiar pill came splashing into the pool of stomach juices. Derek read the pill. "Deimtric," he read aloud. "Oh, that's a laxative. So that means..." A moment later, a popping sound came. A sudden rush downwards led Derek to understand what was happening. "At least I'm getting out of here," the little man grimaced. He was then moved along in the girl's system.
Ten minutes later, a shaking and traumatized Derek was back in the outside world. What he had seen was far less than pretty. Where he had been and what he had been in specifically was horrifying. Nonetheless, Derek was grateful to be okay and have had a good rinse and cleaning once back into the possession of safety officers. The little girl Emily apologized for having acted on impulse and consumed him. Derek begrudgingly forgave her and she was on her way with a two-day suspension. Meanwhile, Derek was given the rest of the day off to recuperate.
When Derek returns the next day, where is it he is working?
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