The sandwich I was holding tasted okay, considering it had literally just been created from nothing a few moments ago, and was just one more offense against the concept of gods that my company was committing in the name of progress. This made me laugh a bit as I remembered that the very reason the others had come over tonight had been to call upon the power of the gods, and was likely one of the reasons my little spell had failed, despite the fact that I had been in contact with this particular deity no less than fifteen times over the course of my life, inside that floating castle of his, which was quite drafty, truth to tell, and looked really odd as it was lit by the rainbow that connected it to Yggdrasil.
"Of course, he might still be pissed by that whole thing about the false eye," I comment to myself, remembering my last visit when I put a prosthetic in the place of his lost eye. Thor and Loki had thought it was a great joke, with even the stoic Tyr give a hearty belly laugh or two. Course it was unlikely that Odin had known it was specifically him casting the spell, especially with two others involved in it, making it likely just one of those random errors that happened in magic from time to time.
I mulled over all this as in the time it took Spaceball One, the bad guys starship to cross the screen after the opening dialogue of the movie. Watching with interest now I swallowed down the last of the first sandwich, most of it having vanished into my maw as I thought, and then reached down to grab another, and didn't notice as my hand held a tiny form against it, pressing it into the bread as I brought it up to mouth, which opened wide to take the morsel inside while I watched the movie, and thus spared none of my thoughts for the world around me.
Even had I though, I wouldn't have felt the tiny speck in my mouth as it was moved about, the motion of my chewing tossing the contents of my mouth around, and threatening to place it on one of my molars, and then grind it into goo should it misstep and be placed upon them. Still unaware of the plight within me, I then swallowed everything in my mouth, the spit and mush mixing together as my maw became a funnel, filtering everything into my throat, where it began a sharp descent down to my growling belly, which had not been sated by the first snack, and demanded more.
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