as 3 gals watch all it unfolded they begin to slid backwards through greasy slime and slimy moss, the quiet and unassuming speed quickly turning tumble well too soon until they are too soonly tangled deep, thick and hard, thick in vine and mossy slime, stuck hard and fast. too soon they hear a beating and impatient breath pounding closer and closer. a hungry and nasty crunching fills the hot, damp, cramped aire, hunger drawing closer and near, racking nearly and closely, clawing too close and too near. not a moment too lose 3 stuck gals squirm with all their might.