Fridged: I need your help. I was exploring the world with my mouth (don’t judge me, sensorimotor things) when I happened upon the coolest-looking magnet in the known universe. It was perfectly gullet-sized, so I had no choice but to pop it in there. One thing led to another and I swallowed it. Maybe it’s the hypochondriac in me, but I feel like that can’t be good. What should I do?
