"Fuck you! Fuck being eaten! I'm not giving in!" Mark cursed, hammering harder. In hindsight, it was stupid, but he was angry at Mr Samuel, at Rob, at his parents for refusing to pay for Mrs Wilson's window, at life in general. He cursed the people who had made it legal to eat teenage boys, and he cursed whatever god existed for allowing it.
Mr Samuel hit the button and Mark's tirade was cut off as he was suddenly drenched in green liquid. He shivered at the cold liquid, and glanced around in panic, wondering what it would do to him.
Mr Samuel sat down on a bench, crossing his arms and leaning back to watch with a lecherous grin. "It's not going to kill you." He chuckled.
Mark wasn't reassured by that and he looked himself over, wondering if he'd dissolve into a pile of meat slush in a moment. He patted his body to reassure himself it was still in one piece, but when he patted his head his hand came away with sticky brown goo on it.
He frantically prodded at his head, wondering if his brains were leaking, but he didn't realise what it was till brown goo began to drip down his face. His hair was melting!
Just as his revelation came to him, the booth suddenly shot out a pressurized burst of water, and Mark yelped as his hair was blasted away. But the water also revealed his hair wasn't the only thing melting, his shirt dissolving in the spray.
He clasped his hands over his genitals as his pants literally melted off him, along with the rest of his clothing and body hair. They were sucked down the drain.
A spray of hot hair shot in, drying the boy, and when it finished, it left a naked, trembling teenager with not a hair on his body.
