"It's your fault if yo didn't bring da money, nao yo gunna be part of mah stew. But dun'cha worry, it won't hurt. Da Voodoo Gator is yo mastah nao. An' yo are mah food. Soon yo gunna be sentient fat jiggling on mah hips. Nuthing but a soul givin' me energy foa mah voodoo magic."

The Voodoo Gator was really angry at you for not bringing any money to pay for his service. So he just decided to cook you in his pot, dissolving your body so your soul merged with the green liquid. Happy about the result, the reptile took a spoon and sucked you in. Your liquid self was poured into his stomach to digest in order to fuel his magic with your soul energy and making him a bit fatter. This would be your final fate, to be part of the king of the bayiou.

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Somehow, I got this idea today, so I decided to draw it and write a short story. ;)

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