Hello little creature, now that I’ve caught you, I’m going to have a little fun. I’m quite sleepy and I want a nap, but before I have one, I’m going to torment you. I do like to play with my food, much like other predators. I like a snack before bed, so let’s begin. I let out a huge yawn while holding you to my face, and the stench almost makes you pass out. My great yawning maw has a powerful odor, perhaps from all the other little men I have consumed recently. Does it make you afraid? You’re trembling, little man, or are you about to pass out from my mouth odor? I show you my teeth and my wet tongue. How do you think you will perish? From my odiferous breath, my sharp teeth, the squeeze of my esophagus or by being boiled alive in my stomach acid? I bring you closer and closer to my treacherous yawns, my mouth is so huge, so overpowering. There is nothing you can do but surrender to your fate. I breathe on you as I speak, and let out great exhales of stench intentionally to torment you. Finally I put you between my lips and roll you around on my tongue, savouring your flavour. Then I swallow, with two large gulps, my throat consumes you. I lean back on my chair, rubbing my belly with satisfaction and yawn once more.