You dutifully dispatch of the remains of Jackie and the two innocent strangers that were collateral damage of the scat machine that is Emily. Seeing the pile of remains though does remind you of what your fate will be if you stay around Emily too long. As sexy as you find her, with her strange allure despite only being moderately attractive by most standards, you’d just as soon not end up in her stomach any time soon. Even though you know she has plans for it.
“Alright, Em,” you call as you reenter the house, calling to her rather than going in to the room where she is, “now that I’m out of the woods, I’m going to go ahead and take off. Thanks again.” You realize it’s an abrupt and ungracious reply, but, again, you feel that if you stay around much longer, you’ll be her next bowel movement.
She walks in from the other room, looking slightly miffed at your quick departure.
“You can’t stay and talk?” She asks. “Now that you’re here, there’s something I really wanted to talk to you about.”