A snake's rattle vibrated through the subwoofer, resonating in his sternum. He felt, rather than heard, the wet, slithering breath of something close.
"I'm a celebrity!" he wailed into the abyss. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
He fumbled in the dark. His hand touched something wet and writhing—yabbies? leeches? He didn't wait to find out. He flailed. His fingers closed on a cold, plastic star. Then another. The third was under a weight—something furry and unnervingly still.