You suck down the creature’s bright orange insides. As you slowly perform the breaststroke, you make sure to breathe in those helpful air pockets. Eventually, you claw your way to freedom.

As you stumble back to your feet, you feel something profound. A deep, psychic bond with the goo cube. The kind that forms when you’ve been swimming inside someone’s body and drinking their mucus for an hour and a half.

You reach out your hand to the slime monster… and it brushes its orange ooze against your hand. On your command, the goo cube turns away from the town. It gurgles with joy at your presence. It even bounces you up and down on the top of its body. Your new pet is also a trampoline! Your sister’s gonna be so jealous.

THE END