Emot was getting weak.  The air was quickly shortening.  He wiggled with all his might.  But then he started to smell something foul.  Emot slid thru in opening and landed in some gooey stuff.  It smelled really bad.  He couldn't see as it was dark, but the smell told Emot exactly where he was.  Emot was sitting in Zalgus' shit.  "Well, at least I made it, which means his ass is very close."  Emot tried desperately to keep his head up, but he was getting weak from both the loss of air and the rank smell of crap.  He didn't want to pass out and have his head covered in waste.  But he had no choice but to wait for Zalgus to "go to the bathroom."  Emot thought to himself, "Damn, if I get out of this, I'll have to go back to that damn lake again."