Squished in the warm darkness, Splat was snoozing contentedly, surrounded by his fellow marshmallows. Here and there, a squeak or hiccup broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the sleeping mass.
Cracking open one eye, Splat gave a slight yawn and stretched, gently brushing aside several still snoozing marshmallows as he did so. Now that he was awake, he looked around. The outside world seemed interesting, but the barrier stopped him from reaching it. Sighing, he settled back comfily and waited. Maybe today he would be able to see the outside.
Letting out a startled squeak as a blast of light hit the bag, Splat shuddered as he and his fellow marshmallows were slammed down onto the table.
"Everybody bounce for your fudging life!"
Looking up, Splat saw Squeeble bounce upwards and out of the bag. He squealed with glee.
"The outside!"
Bouncing his way up, Splat made it over the edge of the tear, following Squeeble down. As he descended, he noticed the large steaming mug. Landing, he stopped and looked up in awe before giving a startled gulp.
"Maybe the outside isn't as good as I thought it would be..."