As you adjust to your cramped location, you begin to notice a tingling sensation where the stomach presses against you. It starts out slight, but gradually gets stronger and more painful.
"Lugia?" You call out, and are surprised to hear a confused chirp in response.
"You're starting to digest me. Please spit me back up." Lugia responds to this too. Judging from the tone... Lugia doesn't want to let you out.
"Come on, this was just a test!" Lugia agrees. "And now it's done-!" Lugia cuts you off here with a growl. In the chick's mind, the test is not over until this process (whatever it does) is complete.
You keep trying to talk your way out of your position, but it's a futile gesture. The chick actually perks up in interest and winces when your arguments morph into screams of pain, but somehow realizes that it's already too late for you.
As your consciousness fades, you wonder whether you've ended up setting a precedent for the Lugia's future interactions with humans... but it doesn't really affect you now. You're nothing but nutrients, and this growing child is off to a great start physically.
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