Valkyrie saw her chance. She had to make a jump for it. And she did. Narrowly missing being thrown into Ghastly's mouth. She did a pretty good duck and roll, ducking and rolling out of the glass and diving towards the soft landing of risotto.
But Ghastly's risotto was anything but a soft landing. Valkyrie plummeted head first into the mixture, being completely swallowed up by the mixture that clearly had too many eggs. Are there even meant to be eggs in risotto? thought Valkyrie, gulping in a large piece of un-cooked yolk.
Before Valkyrie's life long pondering could be answered, Ghastly's fork lifted up the risotto as a whole. It was surprising well stuck together despite the large amount of raw eggs present.
Soon Valkyrie realised that Ghastly had lifted everything on his plate in one go. Everything. Like he was in an eating contest. Valkyrie thought such things were disgusting. But not as disgusting as a mouthful of raw egg in a risotto that taste worse than Ghastly's sweat.
The next few moments of Valkyrie's unfortunate life was a blur. Teeth. Risotto. Teeth. Risotto. Chewing gum. Teeth. Risotto. Raw egg. Fur. Hair. An insect that had five legs and three wings. Risotto. Teeth. And finally, that thing that hangs down from the back of your throat. Or rather Ghastly's throat.
Valkyrie flew down Ghastly's oesophagus, encased in risotto like she was wearing think box-like armour that completely covered her to form a box. She slid down deeper into Ghastly's digestive system until finally reaching his stomach.
Valkyrie managed to survive the fall, having acid eat away at the top of the risotto armour so she could escape. She stood on her sinking risotto box and looked around. There was no light so such an action was pointless.
Suddenly, there was light. Making such an action have a point. Valkyrie hissed at the light, then slowly lowered her arms and remembered she didn't sparkle.
Blinking in the light, Valkyire's eyes finally adjusted. She saw a shrew holding a match, floating on a piece of toast. When it realised Valkyrie had noticed it, the shrew squeaked, jumping back and swinging the match violently. The shrew dropped the match into Ghastly's stomach acid, making the light go out. Valkyrie heard the shrew say "Oh my! I have seemed to drop the match."
She didn't buy it. She had seen puppet shows before, and this was a good one. With a new match, the shrew looked at Valkyrie, who looked back wondering why on earth she thought it was a puppet.
"Hello?" the shrew squeaked. "My name is Ilia and welcome to my clubhouse."