“I haven’t had a decent bite to eat for days.” The woman claiming to be my roommate, Jason, explained, “I’ve drunk potions that shrunk me, bit into cakes that turned me into a woman, got chased by a homicidal tyrant, engaged with a caterpillar that was high as f*ck, spoke with a crazy rabbit and his crazy friends...”
I cut him off, “That sounds an awful lot like...”
“I know exactly what it sounds like,” She piped back, “And I also know you probably don’t think I am who I say I am -- that I’m just some pretty face trying to exploit you for a free meal. But I’m telling the truth. And my body transformed into, well, into this down there. I probably could’ve stayed longer trying to get back to normal, but I thought it was much wiser to take the opportunity to escape before someone cut off my head. But, again, you know the tale. You know what it sounds like...”
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