In the dark tunnel, a dim light raced at full speed. Accompanied by many anxious and cluttered footsteps, the light jumped up and down, casting the path ahead in blurred shadows.
"Huff, huff, I say, Bartlett, this constant shaking is making my eyes blurry. Can you keep the light source a bit more stable? Just a little bit stable would be fine," a voice panted while running. "Just now, a bug took advantage of my distraction and flew straight into my mouth. That's not even the worst part; I accidentally swallowed it!"
"Did you chew it thoroughly before swallowing?" the person being asked responded, but their running speed didn't slow down a bit.
"Huff, huff, chew? Yes, I did," the voice continued intermittently. "I instinctively bit its wings and belly, I think it must have been its belly, but I can't be sure. It released a lot of juice, and the taste was terrible—quite fishy and foul. Ugh, damn it, I can't think about it anymore!"
