His mouth stretches open so that you can see the pink lining of his gums and massive teeth. His tongue stretches out, rolling forward to form a carpet of muscle. You protest, your voice a pathetic squeak compared to the rumbling earth-shaking basso of his voice. Either he can't hear you or he ignores you because he sets you on his tongue and withdraws it, into the cavern of his mouth. His mouth closes so that there is now nothing darkness...
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