The acids inside his stomach began to pour quickly around you, at first they sting your skin, then you start to lose feeling as you melt quickly, making the arbiter chuckle as his gut grows fatter. He slaps his gut to watch it jiggle "I thought the master chief would be able to last longer in my stomach, oh well." He says as he laughs to himself again. As he walks away his gut jiggles with his steps, which only makes him laugh harder. He then leaves the titanium cell, still laughing to himself.
The end
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