Mouse struggled to no avail. The grip around his tiny body was too tight, and he was approaching Washu's wide open mouth with no means of escape.

"Please, no! You have no idea what I'm doing!"

"Save it, Washu replied as she dropped the thief into her mouth. "I'll destroy this fake cannon, so you at least did what you were supposed to."

Mouse struggled in Washu's throat to no avail. Slowly but surely, he was being dragged into the deep abyss of Washu's stomach, watching the light vanish.

With one final gulp, Washu swallowed the man and patted her stomach, being greeted by clapping from the background.

"So tell me, how do ripoffs taste?"

"Not too bad," Washu replied to the man in the red jacket. "I suppose this means you're done here, right?"

"I don't kill, usually. But if you're going to do it, who am I to stop such a pretty lady?"

Washu chuckled at the man's compliment, then pointed her shrink gun right at the military's shrinking cannon. Instantly, the machine became the size of a Matchbox car, which Washu casually lifted up.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such shoddy workmanship. Well, this is all done with, so I'll be off."

"You'll understand if I don't follow," the man replied as he slipped into the background.

Washu nodded. "Smart man."