The middle!
Your tongue slithers down the winding middle path. After several
minutes of navigation, your tongue brushes against a warm, slightly
moving object drenched in sweat, which happens to be your favorite
seasoning for a meal. Marsha. You ensnare the tasty morsel in tour
tongue and slowly drag her across the dirt floor. Once you've dragged
her out of the tunnel, Marsha screams louder than you thought possible
and looks like she might faint. Your mon told you not to play with
your food, but this might be fun... or you could just quiet your
stomach and eat Marsha.
