Falling to your knees you manage to get that dust off your face and out of your eyes to see that behind you the door has been bolted shut and in front of you is a giant kitchen and at the far end is a telephone. You're only way out you think is to make it to that phone. As you get up you hear a squishing sound on your left your eyes can't believe what they're seeing as two roasted chickens come walking their way toward you dripping gravy and grease on the floor as you stand up to confront them. As you stand they quickly hurry to your feet and before you can run off they have grabbed a hold of your shoes and have begun to pull your shoes into there hollowed out bodies. Kicking like a mule you manage to get the chickens off your feet but with a small price your shoes. Watching the chickens laying there with your shoes embedded in them twitching madly you don't even dare try to take back your shoes. All you are concerned with is the phone and getting to it and out of this place. Walking forward you hear something rolling it sounds like it's coming straight at you. Looking around you see nothing but the rolling is getting much louder as you now step back a little. Suddenly you are caught off guard when 5 rolling cans of potato chips come rolling behind your feet and they flip you over and you land on your stomach on the tiled floor. Next the cans seems to shake as the lids pop off and you watch as an army of potato chips begins spinning like helicopters in your direction. By this time you have made it onto your hands and knees as the chips start manuevering like helicopters as the dive in on you. Rolling this way and that you manage to dodge the chips or so you think as you continue to dodge the chips but then you realize you're a lot colder than before as you look down to see your purple top has been shredded by the sharp flying chips. You're white bra is also showing how cold you are as your nipples press against your bra as you are now a little ticked off. standing up you duck the swarm of chips and grab a pot off of one of the countertops and smash the potato chips into a million pieces. Slowly now you creep around the counters wondering what else this place has in store for you.
Walking by a microwave it suddenly powers on and begins to cook something yellow. You can quite tell what it is as the time winds down 5....4....3...2......1 suddenly the microwave sparks and as you dive away it explodes to reveal a massive tongue coming through the wall you scream in horror as you slip and fall in what appears to be a sea of butter that has erupted from the microwave. Each time you try to get on your feet your kness slip out from under you. The tongue is growing and its now inching over to you. In a last ditch effort your take off your slippery black leather pants and leap out the sea of butter to safety. Now looking at the phone you notice that its seems to have moved farther back than it was when you were pushed in here. You begin to walk briskly over to the phone when you are blindsided by a sack of potatoes that are the size of footballs. Each one propels its way directly at you luckily you dodge and catch a few of them. Now hiding down behind a counter you realize that the potatoes were launching themselves at you that you can beat them by launching them back into their sack. Thinking doesn't take long as the sack now comes to life and begins to chase you around the kitchen you quickly unstrap your bra and wrap the potato in it and fling it at the sack. But now the sack has dodged your offense and dives onto you.
Before you can react the sack has closed over you except for your feet and it has begun to pull the draw string around your feet once again trippinf you up. Kicking and scratching and clwaing your way around the sack you manage to stick your hands out of the sack and put your feet into the sack and slowly get out of the sack. You are still up to your waste as the draw string tries to pull tighter. Slowly you slip out but with the tightness and the quick way in which you should escape you fail to notice that your thong has become entangeled with a loose thread on the potato sack and as you free yourself of the sack you also free yourself of all of your bodily clothing.
Finnally the sack gathers up a last bit of momentum and lauches itself at you but you sidestep it and the potatoes and the sack all go into the garbage disposal.
Now maybe you can make it to the phone.
Naked in the kitchen what will happen next?