"I'm not sure I should. As innocent as you are, I'd say you will just get swallowed by somebody else, so why not be the one who gets the tasty meal? And you do have excellent taste by the way."
"But I'd die in here!"
"That's what usually happens to food."
"Please, there must be some way I can convince you not to eat me..." Julie would be on her knees as she begs, if she had the room.
"You'd do anything?"
"You better not be trying to get in my bed."
"Sheeh. You'd rather be my afternoon snack?"
"...well, no, but..."
"As it happens, I have a different idea. My son Andrew needs to have his belly stretched. And he really can't do that unless his food doesn't object. So if you will let him eat you, I'll let you out."
"Just what's the advantage of being eaten by Andrew instead of by you?"
"If you can get yourself into Andrew's belly, you get out of his belly too, and I will tell you how you can avoid being digested by any furry. I'd say that's something you really need."
"It's something I need right now, not after I get eaten a couple more times, but OK, you got a deal."
A moment later, Julie feels another earthquake and suddenly she is sitting on the floor. "Yuk, I need a bath."
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