I was at an avant garde concert. It was super

I was at an avant garde concert. It was super quiet & then BANGBANGBANG!! a helluva noise. The 6 month foetus in my womb starjumped into my lungs. Would that permanently affect it?

Although the universe is full of people who've been permanently affected - a starjump is a serious dislocation. My foetus new birth mother was an Alpha Centauran with 3 headstalks

attached her neckstalks. The starjump I took to avoid my ex-girlfriend had taken me to a strange, strange, world. The planet was in some glactic amniotic plasma.

At least that is what I promised myself it was. It tasted awful & it made moving around the planet quite difficult. Especially when we had a time limit. I stopped a native lifeform

to ask for directions, hoping he wouldn't have some terrible accent. "Please speak Basic," I pleaded. The amphibioid raised an incredulous eyestalk, then rightfully patronized me.

"Me hungry," said the amphibioid with sarcastic loudness, pointing with it's claw to its scaly abdomen, "We want eat you. You die. Me eat. Got it?" "Didn't you come in peace? I ask

you for clemency!" The amphibioid rolled back in a hearty laugh. "Bwahaha! No clemency! Me eat you now!" And so it ate me. Now I just had to find a way out of its stomach. Hmmmm...

As I surveyed my surroundings, I noticed that the walls of the amphibioid's stomach were slimy and slick, making it difficult to get a grip. But I refused to give up and started ..

slicing little nicks into its stomach wall with my nail file, so I could dig my hands in, get purchase and start the slow climb up its oesphagus. But what would be