There was a gurgling sound, like an echo surging through a wet cave.
And then a gushing sound.
Chaz was splashed by something warm. Actually, it was more than warm. It was hot. It was burning. It was eating into his skin, breaking him down as if he was a chunk of break or a strip of meat. No matter how loud he cried out and begged for mercy, the acid washed over him, knocking him into the pool of processed food, the pool he was now officially a part of. He felt himself losing his name, his identity, his body. He was now a part of that big heap of old food, enjoyed by Hamish and now on its way to serving his body in the form of vitamins. Hamish's stomach didn't know or care when Chaz fell down, howling for Marc to help him, sinking in the bubbling swamp for the last time.
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And then a gushing sound.
Chaz was splashed by something warm. Actually, it was more than warm. It was hot. It was burning. It was eating into his skin, breaking him down as if he was a chunk of break or a strip of meat. No matter how loud he cried out and begged for mercy, the acid washed over him, knocking him into the pool of processed food, the pool he was now officially a part of. He felt himself losing his name, his identity, his body. He was now a part of that big heap of old food, enjoyed by Hamish and now on its way to serving his body in the form of vitamins. Hamish's stomach didn't know or care when Chaz fell down, howling for Marc to help him, sinking in the bubbling swamp for the last time.
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