I show up in some brats room, YOUR room. I explain that you’re under a spell so you don’t scream and it will be easier for me to eat you....but I am in a bit of a pickle…I still feel pretty stuffed and bloated from the sleepover party buffet I stumbled on. I describe how my prey gets eaten, then liquefied, absorbed body and soul into my curves then whats left gets farted out. I let out a huge fart to make room for you and then I gobble you up. I digest you, liquify you, and then burp and fart you out of existence. Then I scurry off to do it again. ✨Farts are not mine, they’re edited in!✨