You land with a plop inside the stomach of the boy. It smells like peanut butter and that sweet smell from his breath, mixed with the foul stomach acid. You scamper back along the surface of the fleshy cavern, avoiding the slope into the pool of acid, as the last chewed-up cracker enters.
Outside, Jake's belly groans and rumbles, beginning to digest the snack. He sighs, lays back on the couch, and takes a sip of juice from his juice box nearby. The sugary liquid foils your plan for survival, washing you into the acid pool. Instantly, it burns, so much so that you pass out from the pain, never to wake up, your life quickly ended by the digestive process of a little boy.
Jake finishes his juice, and rubs his gurgly tummy, and feels a pressure in his chest. He smiles and then burps really loudly, a deep, satisfying, boyish belch, coming from the gassy pit of his stomach, where your half-digested body lies. He then begins to drift off to sleep on the couch, comforted by the sounds of his belly.
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