After all, if you were to be thinking of something that nice, you wouldn't want to loose your train of thought on it. As you fell into his stomach, you fell onto a cushion of grass. After sitting in there for a while, and seeing all of the grass digest, you realize that it wasn't harming you. Was I immune? you ask yourself. After a couple hours, he gets sick on you and spits you out. He just looked down at you. "Did I eat you!?" He asked, nervously. "Yeah..." You admit. He had no clue what to say, you just shook of, and decided to lay down beside him. He...