>Where is this going?

Did we not just have a little conversation about putting questions into the, let me underline this for you, command prompt??

Ahhh, whatever. We all decide to accept that we'll be playing a little bit faster and looser with the formalities of format in this story than in preceding ones.

Oh, and obviously "where this is going" is straight into Amy's long, roomy ophid tummy. They're, like, cherub-colored magic snakes? And there are bite-sized candy monsters that bimp their way out of the grates sometimes? That's why they're always too full to eat mice meat, like was mentioned offhandedly more than fifty but less than one hundred pages ago?

Kind of obvious in retrospect, we remark to ourselves. Then we nod sagely.

>Survey the casualties.