Slowly things were coming into focus. It was like looking at the world through a fishbowl everything was kinda shimmery.
Last thing I remembered was being shrunken and swallowed alive. I didn't feel dead, but I didn't feel right either.
A voice boomed all around me, "Tony, tell Nick and Vinnie to bring the birthday boy!"
Tony stood in front of me, and nodded before leaving. Vaguely, I wondered how long it had been since I'd been swallowed. Last thing I remembered it was just a few minutes after 5pm. My vision shifts, an arm appears, the wristwatch said 6:54pm, I had lost almost 2 hours.
I hear the door open, Vinnie and Nick push my brother Don through the door. He looks like shit. He must have taken Manny up on his open bar offer. Tony closes the door.
"Donnie, Donna. Heh, heh. Ready to pay up the piper, heh-heh!" the voice seems to be coming from me.