You decide there is nothing better to do inside her stomach so you decide to answer her question.
You begin by her that you are an accountant at a law firm, and how you'd spend all your mornings filling out papers of pointless jargon nobody reads anyway, unless your employer feels liking being an idiot and yelling at you for a couple typos. You keep rambling on about how you would get yelled at for things that you didn't do, and how your work colleagues were always given free rides even though they didn't do any work whatsoever, but Figgna halts you in the middle of your sentence. "Wow, I'm sorry to hear how rough things have been for you. I must ask, why even go back to that life? Do you really want to come back to a bunch of people who yell and make fun of you all day?" You stop and consider her points. She is right, but then again, being turned into plant excrement doesn't sound all that good either. what do you tell her?
