The boy's colossal hand enters the bag, grabbing a red and yellow gummy worm. "I like to mix flavors," he says as he pops both into his mouth at once. I watch in horror as he chews, pulverizing the python-sized gummy worm, and then swallows. "My favorite combo is root beer and cheery." His big fingers are once again rummaging through the bag. Suddenly I am being lifted into the air, and I realize that I am stuck to the gummy worm that he picked. I try and scramble free, but then he tosses it into his mouth.
I land on his moist wet tongue. I just manage to avoid being crushed to death by the big white teeth as they chew up the gummy worms. The monster-like tongue moves, pushing me backward. With nothing to grab onto, I slip down the boy's throat. His slimy esophagus pushes me towards his stomach. Panicking, I try and fight it, but it is to no avail. "Ugg, ever get that feeling that you have a pill stuck," I hear the boy say, "I've got that right now."
A second later, his throat is flooded with soda, and I am sent downwards. I land with a plop into his stomach. I really don't want to end up as food for a teenage boy. Next..
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