You watch in bemusment as konohmaru does a victory dance. All right boss, time for lunch. You can smell his breath from where you are being held and grimace in disgust. He picks you up and drops you in his mouth. All light vanishes as he slams his jaws shut, leaving you blind in his smelly, wet mouth. You fear that he'll decide to chew you to mush and hope that he just swollows you.
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