Grrrrrr*

Your stomach growls just by looking at all that cheesy goodness just waiting there right for the taking. How could you NOT climb the pizza? Its aroma carries you by the nose across the tabletop, through strange marshes of dried food spills, old grains of leftover rice, and a lake of pizza grease leaking through the thin paper plate. Your feet trudge through it though, and after performing a not-too-shabby high jump, you pull yourself onto the lip of the plate. The size of an office building, the lone slice of pizza stands tall and proud, irresistible to your tiny tastebuds. Tearing off a chunk of loose cheese you stuff it into your mouth, saviors some of the best food you've had in weeks. Climbing on top of the slice, you continue to indulge in the various toppings along its surface. A chunk of pepperoni here, a handful of olive there, it was truly food heaven. A couple minutes go by and after devouring more than your fill of food, you collapse heavily onto your back in a food coma.

"You want the last slice?"

Franks words take a little too long to register in your comatose brain and by the time they do, it's already too late.

"Sure! Man, I haven't had ParmaJohn's in such a long time! So fucking good!" Ellie smiles with delight, her hand reaches for the slice while her eyes drift back down to her phone. The train-sized fingers grip the crust behind you and thrust into the air, the G-force pulling you harshly into gooey mozzarella. The slice draws closer and closer to her gaping maw, you can already feel her warm pizza-scented breath washing over you.

"HEY! DOWN HERE! LOOK DOWN HERE!" You shout at the top of your lungs. Why couldn't she just look at you!? You crawl about halfway up the pizza slice before it's brought to her mouth. You shudder at seeing the dark abyss of her throat, shiny saliva reflecting off her bumpy tongue and stained teeth. The smell of her breath is overwhelming now and the sound of her tongue licking her lips makes you sick. You don't make it much further before Ellie's teeth clamp around the bottom half of the slice and ferociously tear it off. Trying your hardest not to look, you can only imagine the carnage of her mouth chewing mountains of pizza behind you.

GULP*

You're too late, curse your damn hands and the greasiness of the cheese above you! The sickening sound of chewed pizza sliding down Ellie's throat fills your ears along with the familiar noise of her maw opening once more. "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!" You wail at the deity above, thick strands of sticky saliva now connect the roof of her mouth to the tongue; now littered with small scraps of wet dough and cheese. You're about to be thrust into hell when Ellie's hand pauses.

"Want to see a movie tonight?" Frank asks. Caught off guard, Ellie's brief pause gives you the chance you need. Slowly you make your way a bit further up the slice, Ellie's words bellow behind you, the wind so powerful it pushes you into the slice!

"Yeah, that sounds fun I guess".

The hand moves once more, you're dangerously low on time and all that stands between you and Ellie's fingers is a lone piece of pepperoni...