You walk across the fabric of his tee-shirt and walk into the canopy of the bag of chips. You take a bite of one of the salty, greasy chips. Without warning, Zach's hand reaches in and grabs a handful of chips, unknowningly picking up you in the process. His hand reaches for his mouth and you see the gaping hole open up. You pound your fists on his hand and yell, but Zach doesn't notice and you are tossed into his mouth with the rest of the chips. His teeth clench and start to grind up the chips. You have to dive out of the way of the teeth. It gets dark as his lips close and you lay down on his large, wet tounge to avoid his cutting teeth. His mouth contracts and you are pushed up to the roof of his mouth. He swallows and you and the food are squeezed doen his esophagos and you land into the wetness of his stomach. It starts churning and mixing. Acid starts to build up around you. Strangely, you aren't hurt at all. Soon, Zach's stomach starts to shake and you suddenly are pushed up through his throat and out through his mouth. He has thrown up. "Matt!" You land in Zach's hand, soaking wet, "I didn't even realize! I'm sorry!"
"It's ok," you reply, "The acid didn't even hurt me. I think I'm invincible in my shrunken form." "That must have been a terrible experience though!" "It wasn't so bad. It was just intresting. It was like science class. I do have a project coming up."
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