Gastrointestinal Adventures

My uncle once asked what my sister and I wanted for dinner on a particular evening. “Stuffed turkey!” I exclaimed as my sister simultaneously cried “Calimari!” Not daunted in the least, my uncle made both, along with a 3-course following for each. My aunt contributed with a marzipan cake. At the end of the meal, a liter of ice cream was placed before me and I was told “if you don’t eat it, it will melt”. There didn’t seem to be a choice. Sometimes, things are just bound to go wrong.