Through The Body of The Letang

Well, to cut to the chase, Kris's belly you fall into, making an audible plop! in its juices.
"Oh, no." You look for something to float on in this sea of digestive juices. You look. Nothing around you but liquified sugar cookie and his previous meal: something with pasta.
Much to your surprise in this dimly-lit pouch, you find...a chunk of breadstick that has not yet been digested. As you climb upon it, it's a bit wobbly at first, but you get a grip on it, in all its garlicy, buttery goodness.
Grrr, gurrrgle.
Kris's belly was cracking down on your survival skills, and the breadstick piece was dissolving right below you. You vaguely hear Kris mumble something. Something like:
"Mmm, yummy."
He also must've rubbed his belly, because the juices then sloshed and splashed around, knocking you off what was now an unrecognizable smidge of garlicy bread.
You wanted out alive, so you jump straight ahead to the next step in the digestive system: the intestines.
You crawl into now a smaller space than the stomach, the cookie, pasta, and bread mush close behind, emitting its own signature, putrid odor.
"Oh dear god, it's horrible! Get me outta here!"
Being in there was like being tightly wrapped in a stretchy, skin tunnel. Even worse, you were moving along like nothing at all. You were getting out of there all right, and the best/worst part was just ahead, for you could smell it: the large intestine, more importantly, the colon.

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