Trish smiled back at Feris for being so polite as to offer her the choice to go down with him or solo. She was about to answer when everything around them shifted violently as if Milo had just jumped from a very high elevation.<br/>"Whats going on out there?" Trish thinks to herself just in time for her nose to be assaulted by the foul stench of swamp muck. She retreats to the back of Milo's mouth as the nasty water continues to flood in on them. Trish blushes as she switches positions with Feris, flattered that he would preform such an act of shivery for her...<br/><br/>Suddenly the fluid level inside Milo's mouth begins to rise. Fearing more swamp water is in store, Trish braces herself for the torrent of foul water to come rushing in at any second, but it never comes. Instead Trish and Feris are given another thick coat of saliva as the greenish-gray swamp water gets pooled in the back of Milo's throat. With a loud *gulp*, the water disappears down the dark red shaft.<br/>"I hope Milo doesn't get sick from that." Trish says to Feris with worry in her voice for Milo's health...