Taking a deep breath for courage, you actually manage to sneer, folding your arms.

"If you don't want the secretaries eaten, you shouldn't make them so damn tasty-looking. And if that advanced student was so advanced, why is she a heap of mush in my large intestine? I think maybe you're all talk. I think if I could handle them, I can probably handle you too!"

Her expression darkens as you speak, eyes narrowing, pouty lips curving into a tight frown. Well, for better or worse, you've done it now. There's no turning back. Faint cheers come from inside her bloated stomach.