Enzyme holds her opposite between two fingers, and addresses the revolution.
"Look at your Stone," she says. "Look at all the tender flesh your kinsmen gave to her, and what she has done with it."
Stone's crowds have already slunk away in shame, and made room for loyalists to gather and celebrate.
The last words Enzyme speaks are to Stone alone. "Look who's addicted. It'll take you decades to starve those people off, if you want to fit through my dainty guts. And all those armfuls of fresh souls joining you every day. If you really are stronger than me, perhaps I'll see you again."
She savours her friend and adversary for as long as she can bear to hold off, then gulps her down for the last time.
The institutes formed to examine the sound and composition of Enzyme's burps, conclude from what will become their most historic study, that she is, at last, truly happy.

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