...she must have been running for 15 minutes down the same hallway when suddenly a soft purring sound started. It grew louder and more violent. It was a humming, a vibration, a horrendous shaking glaring buzz. Then it stopped.
Sally hesitantly walked a little ways, pausing occasionally and cautiously looking this way and that.
She had walked a little farther when she felt a drip on her head. It was cute and lovable at first, the soft pattering drip that continued to fall on her. But then it was a steady stream, and then it was a torrent... of... honey! Then the walls began to puss out the golden sweet material. The floor soon too started to excrete the viscus stuff. Sally started running, but her shoes were stuck.
She couldn't move. She started to sink while being simultaneously buried beneath the English tea condiment. Just then, a tube dropped from the ceiling. It was a small, hollow tube full of air! She grasped it tightly and breathed in as she sank entirely into the honey.
Some goggles and swim trunks were also dropped down, do Sally could see and bath in style. Looking around, it appeared that she was in a large room, it looked...grand....
(OP: Ben, January 26 2007)
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