As soon as the velvety voice enunciated those words, Blake felt himself getting pale. "Wh-what? Here? Now?" He glanced around the ship. His vantage point became higher and higher as the bounty hunter pinched him in her blue glove.

"Yes. This isn't my own ship."

He would've responded to Samus, except that she sprayed him with - SOMETHING from a cannister that made him choke, and smeared his glasses. "Disinfectant. In case you have any alien bacteria. But the rest of your energy should easily be painlessly broken down into its base components by my part-Metroid DNA."

He was coughing, struggling, trying to reel away... And she was treating him like any powerup she'd consume!

Eventually her shadowed eyes and his bespectacled peepers lost contact - as he slipped into the confines of her voracious maw. The slimy tongue felt altogether inhuman. And the throat was no better - oddly cold and tight as it seized him. It felt like Samus' delicate finger was pushing him in deeper, against her own gag reflex.

And eventually - with a resonant, gushing PLOP, the boy landed in the bowels of the intergalactic hero. He could hear the muffled noises of her speaking with someone as he continued to churn in the swampy fluids. All of Blake's cries for help became simple, bubbling noises as he sunk in. Perhaps it was the unique DNA Samus mentioned that was breaking him down faster. His head spun, embracing the darkness...

And when he woke up, he found himself pressed from all angles by tight, constricting leather-like material. His attempts at breaking free ended in vein - he could barely even feel his own arms. Every time he pushed forward, dozens - if not hundreds - of cellular masses pushed back on him. He screamed in realization:

"I've become part of Samus' abdomen!"

Meanwhile, Samus...