Facing down My belly sends pure fear through your tiny body. You know I am going to eat you but to your surprise, I give you a chance to save yourself. As I roll you around on My tongue and burp in your face, I grant you three opportunities to escape digestion and earn freedom. Think of it as a little game. Tell Me what you think I want to hear. After two pathetic attempts you make one good offer. If I free you, you’ll tell Me where your friends and loved ones are hiding. Your life for theirs is quite the exchange! How wicked of you to doom them to a painful digestion. It shouldn’t surprise you that I will happily devour them all after I’m through with you. When will tinies learn to not trust giant Women? We never have your best interests at heart.