She took a bite. Secret sauce a tang on the back of her tongue, a rippled pickle slick between her lips, the meat and fluffy bun filling her mouth. She swallowed and felt the bolus sliding down until it nestled in her stomach. A tiny, fist-shaped packet of energy.

The stadium was a behemoth; here she was in its large intestine. The roar signaled it was time to work her way back out of the beast. Tossing the rest of the burger into the trash, she stood up. Fries and crystals of salt and a packet of ketchup fell in slow motion from her lap, hitting the painted cement floor one by one. She was 10 feet tall. The robe was thrown over her shoulders. Other hands pulled the sash tight. Her knuckles tingled. She had already won this fight.