Guess who the dinner is!

The obese gator people grab you, hogtie you with vines and carry you off to a small secluded bay with small huts and caves. Their village.

They stop in front of a primitive spit-roast and yes, you're ahead, they tie you to it head to foot, gag you with an apple and start roasting you over the flames.

How are you possibly going to get of of this one?

Written by AR Jackson

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