Amy thought about what animal to pick. Cat, too normal. Skunk? No. Lizard? Maybe... Penguin? Why does she have to say an animal anyway? For the first time, Amy notices what seems like a countdown timer. She had ten seconds before the chair would pick for her. Amy panicked. Three... two... One... "Shit!" Amy shouts just before the timer ends. The timer shuts off and Amy gets a jolt in her rear. This dumb chair just pricked her or something. She tried running, slipping on the waxed floor and only getting inches away at a time. Looking behind her, she saw a strange rope attaching her to the chair. She kept running. She had just gotten about eight feet from the chair when it released her, sending her sprawling into an aisle. She looked back and the rope was gone from the chair. Suddenly noticing a foul smell, she reached back to rub her sore bottom, but her hand hit something... Sticky. Screaming, she jumped up and turned to see what seemed to be an eight foot long turd appearing from just above her ass and trailing on the ground five feet behind her. She could feel the smooth floor through it, and although it smeared and acted like normal shit, it actually regenerates. Amy looked around for anything to remove this stinky, disgusting tail.