Ditan's gag reflexes took over, immidetnly reacting to the plate being shoved in there. The throat quickly worked the metal equipment up, scraping it at times. It flew out of his mouth at high velocity, landing on the carpet covered in slime. "Ow..." He said, rubbing his neck where the forks cut him.<br/><br/>At the same time, a foul order began to enter the stomach, something that can only be described as a dragon fart. The stomach began to react, shifting around and working your body down into the source of the smell, the small intestines. The hatch above you seals as your long journey through Ditan's bowels just begins.