Since there’s dragons there has got to be magic.
I’m a wizard. Teleport.
I’m pretty sure I’d taste bad, what with pants filled with shit and all. The dragon would probably spit me out.
If a dragon eats me up and I’m not immediately digested, there’s probably someone else in there with me. Maybe a group of people, even. I’d rally them to freedom, but we’d have to choose which way to go.
“STAYING ALIVE! STAYING ALIVE!”
Lord Farquaad’s last words while in the belly. Still trying to find a way in this very moment.
Well, assuming i have my knife with me, very slowly thru it’s neck.