The Murkrow peers down at you before swiftly picking you up in it's beak, throwing you into the air, and opening its beak below you causing you to land directly down it's throat. How unfortunate. The seemingly hungry bird Pokemon doesn't keep you within its crop too long before greedily swallowing you down completely. You find yourself inside the Murkrow's stomach, covered in the foul acids and covering your nose from the stench. The walls squeeze in and out, churning you with whatever else was in here. Speaking of which, you spy a once-shiny metal button in the murky acid around that must have been swallowed on accident. Interesting. You wonder how it hasn't been digested or pushed through the system. Then you wonder how you aren't being digested...are you?
