Bryan took a break when the slope of the shoe was almost leveled. He had made surprisingly quick progress up Corby’s shoe… However there was still the rest of the towering giant’s height to scale. Bryan fought the crushing feeling of discouragement.
Bryan looks up Corby’s towering, jean-clad leg and hopes that the material will provide adequate footholds. Corby’s foot starts shifting below him. Grasping the material underneath, a shadow from above gets his attention.
The sight he’s greeted with elicits a terrified whimper. Corby’s huge hand is stretching down towards him as if to snatch him up. His slender fingers dig into the shoe’s material, shaking Bryan loose.
Bryan goes crashing into a finger, grains of salt stuck to the fingerprint. Bryan slams into Corby’s finger and sticks fast. Moving with the finger for a moment, Bryan’s breath is sucked out of his lungs as he flies upwards.
He finds himself hovering over the plate of food that he had ordered earlier. Before he has the chance to wonder about this, another of Corby’s fingers slams into him.
Pain radiates through his body as he free-falls. After a short scream he lands with a splat. Clearing his face he realizes he is surrounded by a sea of ketchup and mayo. The world is then turned upside down, as with a splat Bryan ends up in darkness. Bryan is terrified as a crunch reverberates through the darkness. He is trapped… in Corby’s sandwich.
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Corby munches through his first bite, surprised by how good the sandwich is. He should have tried it, since Mr. Smith bought it so often. As he swallows he replaces the sandwich on the plate and dips his fries in ketchup. Munching on the fries Corby wonders where Mr. Smith had gotten to.
Lately the man had started talking about a new project with huge potential. Maybe he had left for that. ‘I’ll just have to remember to ask him next time he comes in’ Corby thinks to himself. Deep in thought, Corby eats on auto-pilot. He is barely conscious of the bites of sandwich and fries he pops into his mouth.
He lifts the sandwich up and takes a large bite. A piece of lettuce, smeared with mayo hangs from his lips. Looking around the diner at the customers, Corby does what comes naturally, and sucks the lettuce between his lips.
‘This is a really good sandwich!’ he thinks to himself as he swallows the bite.
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Bryan struggles in the thick sauce and darkness. He feels the movement every time Corby moves the sandwich or takes a massive bite. He has no sense of direction or even any way to tell if he is actually moving. Bryan tries calling for help, but his cries are muffled by the sauce and bread surrounding him
A nearer crunch lets light stream in and Bryan turns towards it. The lettuce beneath him moves forward taking him with it. Bryan sees a pair of lips grasping the lettuce and screams, frantically trying to avoid Corby’s mouth. His arms flail trying to find an anchor.
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