You sit there for a while on Randa's kitchen table thinking about all that's happened today. You think about all the time you've spent getting to know your customer, all the hours of waiting patiently for her to just pick you up and eat you already, all so that you could just sit here and wait some more.

Listening to her gassily excreting your digested colleagues, it dawns on you that you could've been done by now. If only you'd just let her eat you before, instead of playing hard-to-get, she'd be shitting you out right now. You'd be done, free, on your way home.

Instead, you're sitting here deciding whether to be her dinner or her dessert.

Well, you think. Maybe there's another answer - none of the above.

You drop to the kitchen floor, walk into the living room, and look for the small hole in the nano exit. You see it on the baseboard next to the bathroom. You tiptoe across the living room floor and are halfway there then the toilet flushes and the sink begins running. When the bathroom door opens a few seconds later, you're caught red-handed.

Randa eyes you suspiciously, wondering just what you're doing in the living room instead of the kitchen. She towers above you, tapping her foot impatiently. Then it dawns on her.

"Oh, I get it," she says, kneeling down to get a closer look at you. A sad, stern look crosses her face that fills you with guilt. "You don't want to be cooked and eaten, do you?"

"Um, well, actually," you fumble, her eyes b

"You want me to catch you first."

"Oh, um, yeah," you say. "That's it."

"Ooo, fun it's like lion and mouse," she says with a giggle. "I like this game. Guess you'd better start running then, huh?"

You start running, sprinting under the coffee table and zig-zagging back towards the kitchen. You look back to see that the effort is rather futile - even on her hands and knees she can easily outrun your tiny legs, and in a matter of seconds you see her large body looming over you. With a lionlike snarl, she quickly snatches you up in her hand and holds your squirming body to her face.

"Well well well, little mousey," she says, licking her lips. "Looks like it's game over for you. Are you gonna accept your fate, or beg for mercy?"