"Aww, I'm sorry," said the red dragon, "But I bet a story would cheer you up?"<br/>"I want to hear your story," said Ozmund.<br/>So, the dragons began to pass the time by sharing various humorous anecdotes. Ozmund was in the middle of a story concerning a chicken and an accordian when the entrance to Vloat's intestines opened up and they were sucked in.<br/>The red dragon complained as the villi massaged him with slime, but Ozmund seemed happy that things were moving along, continuing his story as they were pushed around the various bends in Vloat's small intestine. After a short while, another sphincter opened, and they found themselves in Vloat's bowels.<br/>"... and the woman was like, 'No, I've never seen this chicken before in-" Ozmund was interrupted as an enormous burst of flatulence blew over the three dragons, the warm, dirty vapors echoing off the surrounding walls.<br/>"Pheeeeww!" shouted Ozmund, "That's the one thing I really hate about the bowels!"<br/>The red dragon nodded.<br/>"At least we don't have to wait too much longer," he said. Dung had begun to gather around the three dragons, as they found themselves being encased in two enormous turds: one with Ozmund, and the other with the red dragon and Mako.<br/>"He should be pooping anytime now," the red dragon reassured Mako, as another fart echoed.