You walk back to your table and freeze. Your tankard trembles, tiny arms flailing from inside. A fairy, bloated and glittering, is stuck in your mug. All your ale is gone, her round belly pressing over the rim, wings fruitlessly fluttering behind her. She hiccups faintly, foamy ale clinging to her cheeks.
She wiggles, trapped and helpless, cheeks flushed, belly taut. You watch, half horrified, half amused, as she strains and finally, the tankard shudders with a monstrous, echoing BUuuuUUUuuuuuuuUUUURRRrrrrrrrRRAAAAaaaaaaaappppPPPPPP!!!