"WHAT?! you screamed in fear "You can't eat me!" Michael took no notice of you and held your wriggling form high open his open mouth. He let go and you screamed. You plunged into his huge maw and immediately fell into a pool of salty, stale saliva. The rancid taste of meat entered your mouth as the footballing Goliath swilled you around and around. You were thrown up and down and side to side, banging off teeth and half drowning in showers of spit. Michael's to Tongue suddenly held you still. For a breif moment all was quiet before it flicked you backwards. You hit off his uuvulva and fell to the back of his throat. With a big gulp you were pulled downwards.
The narrow, warm Walls of the giants throat massaged you downward. The further down you got the more the temperature increased and the more the Walls of his oesophagus were coated with what seemed like slime. Finally you were thrown through a spinchter and landed in the expansive, boiling cavern of Michael Owen's stomach. As you picked yourself up of the muscle floor you heard an ominous rumbling. A spinchter at the far end of the floor suddenly opened. It must lead to the intestines. However disgusting the trip down their would be you knew that if you stayed in here you'd be digested alive! You began to run toward the spinchter.
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