Not really considering all the implications of his next action Fox ran over to the open fridge door and grabbed the string hanging from the top. Quickly he tied one end around his waist and began to repel up the side of the open drawer which Krystal would hopefully look into to find him sitting there. Luckily for him the drawer was only about five times his current height, and he was able to scale it in only a few leaps, letting go of the rope during his arc so that he would fall right into it, and landing at the bottom with a dull thunk.

"Krystal!" he shouted again, already feeling the bitting cold of the fridge. Unfortunately Krystal was staring at the counter top, not really paying any attention to the drawer anymore. It suddenly occurred to Fox then that she might not look inside closely enough to see him before she closed the fridge, sealing him inside it. If he didn't suffocate from a lack of air, then he would freeze to death long before anyone else would look inside.

"Kr-kr-krystal!!" he cried out, a small stutter entering his speech already. Looking up he prayed for the goddess to notice him before shutting the door. As he watched her head swung back and forth again as she starred at whatever was on the counter, before turning one last time to the fridge, probably intending on closing it and going back to bed, but just before she did a flash caught her eye, and she looked straight down at the tiny Fox at the bottom of the drawer.

"Well hello there little one. I didn't notice you," she said, her voice sounding farther away to Fox within the closed confines of the drawer. It wasn't really that much quieter compared to her previous, but the echo effect of the box made it softer on his ears. Smiling at his turn of luck he ran towards Krystal's descending hand, letting her fingers pinch him at his waist. Their heat filtered into his body quickly, alleviating part of his chill as he stared up in gratitude at her.

"WELL, WELL, A BIT COLD ARE WE. DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL BE NICE AND WARM INSIDE MY BELLY," she told him in that booming voice as she held him in front of her mouth, and for a few moments Fox just nodded at her words, not really hearing that last part. Then all at once his mind latched onto it, and he took a deep breath to shout at Krystal about her mistake, but before he could do so she had placed him on the counter, atop a soft white table, that he instantly identified as a slice of bread.

He was still ready to shout at her, when suddenly a stream of semi-liquid goo was squirted onto him, causing him to hack and cough. Licking a bit off his covered arms he was quick to ID the goo as ketchup, and even quicker to ID the green carpet falling atop him as lettuce. Still coughing up ketchup Fox was then subjected to having the wind knocked from him as Krystal dropped the second slice of bread atop him, completing her snack.

"Oh boy," he said wheezingly, not remembering any swear words that were harsh enough to cover this particular situation. Looking out he realized his head was just outside the sandwich, and he spun around so that he was on his back, and looking straight up at Krystal, who, instead of looking at him as he would have expected, was playing with something that looked like a lance or long sword, but he knew was probably just a butter knife.

"I WONDER IF FOX WOULD LIKE A SNACK?" she mused to herself, and Fox wished he could laugh. Krystal was deciding if she wanted to cut her sandwich in half, and him too, so she could offer half of it to him. Of course he also realized that she might have included other small animals in previous snacks, which explained why they were so crunchy. He wished he had the saliva to start spiting out the remembered taste of those snacks now, as he hated the idea of biting something's head off. Above him Krystal was still spinning the knife in one hand, and then slowly brought it down to...