“Try to relax, I am sorry it went this far, but hey, you're still going on summer camp... just as.. you know.. my belly fat”
You want to scream at him that you're his friend not fat but the acid in his belly is already set in melting away your vocal cords, leaving a numb feeling of soundless screaming. As time seems to slow and compress you think back to seeing pregnant women and vaguely entertain the idea that you'll be Noel's baby. It's a comical image built out of memories of movies and books, Noel lying in a bed sweating and grunting as he gives birth. The swelling TV movie music stops abruptly as with a massive fart a skull is launched out from between your best friend's legs. In the twilight between life and death, your mind realizes the truth through this bizarre imagining. Some of you will be fat sure, but most of you will just be reborn as poop from a sixth grader's butthole. Scene after scene plays behind your already dissolving eyes of every moment you can remember of Noel mentioning taking a dump or passing gas, perhaps trying to find some reassurance of the future. A deep wet gurgle signals the opening of the sphincter into Noel's intestine and slowly but surely the slurry of your body begins the twisting journey towards the ultimate fate of all Noel's meals.
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