A guy was sitting right next to Timmy, and he was wearing a uniform that made him look like a scientist, or something.
"Do you know where the way out is?" Timmy asked the guy in his high-pitched, annoying voice.
The man opened his mouth, and he began to speak. The guy told Timmy that the only way out was to make Vicki throw up, or go through the whole digestive system to you-know-where.
"Ew, and I don't know which one is gross. Throw-up, or pooping," Timmy said.
He wondered how he would make Vicki throw up, and that would be disgusting.
"Or I could do the voicebox thing again, except my fairly odd parents aren't anywhere near me, because they are off in fairlyland. I guess one of the natural processes is better, but it would be really nasty, and I'm not looking forward to that kind of adventure. This is so confusing," sighed Timmy, sitting down on the dock.
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