Even if there were ants here, you think, I could take them on bare-handed. Strength training, lifting excercises, you're bad to the bone. As you pull off a bit of amusing macho posturing, you barely have time to take notice of the puffin that just flew to your camp and stopped by for a quick snack. But wait, there's no fish here...
The seemingly giant bird makes its way over to you, letting you get just a few inches away from it before snapping you up in its oddly shaped beak. It takes no delay in gulping you down, almost gulping as quickly as a seagull would with a fish. With the first gulp, your middle is left in its beak, and the second gulp sends you on your way. The peristalic action takes over, and works you into the crop. Being a musclehead, you have no idea that this isn't the bird's stomach, but rather where the chewing of prey takes place. This works as both a crushing blow to your ego and to your body. Ouch? Very ouch. The air is squeezed out of your body, and after a minute of not breathing, you succumb and suffocate all at once to the birds digestive system.
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