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>You catch a wiff of the toilet pony and almost gag.  
>Hey, um little toilet pone… What is your name anyway?  
“Oh, my name is… Actually it’s probably best you just give me one.”  
>That’s weird, why?  
“Well, where I come from, the ponies don’t use consonants. So my name is a little embarrassing. Honestly, anything you call me is probably better.  
>Okay… Imma go play on those dank-ass mushrooms!  
You climb a nearby fungal stalk and your two ponies fly up to the top.  
You bend down and jump up. As you land the two ponies set down as well. As you all land the mushroom stalk collapses and the head which you now find yourself embedded in, crashes to the floor.  
Everybody is laughing and having a good time in the mushroom goo that is now overpowering the smell of the toilet-pone.  
>Wait a moment, didn’t you say you were stuck in that toilet for three days? shouldn’t you be dehydrated?  
“That might be why my lips are chapped… And why I’m so light headed… and hungry. I just kind of forgot because I was so happy to be freed from that pipe.  
You hear an ominous clicking noise coming from behind you.
 
What do?