Shrink by kids

Peter and Jake went to bed. These two boys were digesting their sweet dinner in a dream, and Peter was not only sweets, but also meat, that is, Danny. Now his liquid bodies are moving through Peter's small intestine, losing water and nutrients, besides, all this mush is fermenting, rotting, releasing methane, nitrogen and other sickly-smelling, putrid gases. These gases move quickly and arrive in Peter's rectum. Where his intestines fill up and Peter feels a bloating of the intestines, pressure on his inner anus:
* Peter woke up a little. He starts to push weakly.* and a second later, Peter's deep fart bursts out, under the blanket, which rises a little. Peter's whole body, under the blanket, is enveloped in a rotten, nauseating smell of rotten meat mixed with rotten eggs. Peter giggles, at this moment Jake wakes up and he mutters discontentedly:
"Ugh, Peter. Here you are a little pig. *covering up with a blanket* Well, you're a stinker. Don't fart anymore, there's no fresh air to breathe. What did you eat today at all?"- Jake asked with displeasure.
"*Peter by going back to Jake* haha, Jake. Open the window if you can't breathe, he's next to you. And it's not my fault, it's Danny's fault. My intestines are turning him into a stinker! You asked what I ate today?!", Peter asked Jake, who was hiding under the blanket at that time.
"Yes, Peter, I want to know what you ate that your farts stink so terribly,"* comes a muffled response from under the blanket*. A second later, Jake pulls back the blanket and reaches for the window handle to open it. Jake grabs the handle and a moment later, in 3 three seconds, the window opens and the fresh night air bursts into the room, along with the singing of crickets. Jake returns to his seat and covers himself with a blanket, preparing to listen to his brother Peter:
"This morning I ate scrambled eggs, and then at lunch, a very delicious soup, and then for dinner, you already know yourself. We ate a lot of sweets and I ate our nanny, well, that's all I ate today. And I also didn't poop, so yesterday's breakfast and today's scrambled eggs and lunch are inside me, waiting for me to go to the toilet. I imagine tomorrow a 6-7 inch turd made from my former food and Danny will plop into cold, toilet water. Peter's imagination was running wild.
"Okay, Pete. Okay, let's go to bed already." - Jake turns on his side and falls asleep. Behind him, Peter also begins to fall asleep.

My parents are coming now. There is one story about this gun, after Danny passes through all the insides of Peter, Danny, having turned into an ugly turd, will remain alive, will this gun give him a second life in the form of a dangling baby turd in the sewer, or is it still the usual soulless baby turd that this boy produces every single day?