I won’t belabor the point too much. After all, you and I both know why you’re here: you want someone to eat you, someone to taste you and find you pleasing enough to gobble you all up. But you’re also scared. And rightfully so. My mouth is small, so I won’t be able to swallow you whole. You’ll go down piece by piece, bite by bite. It won’t be comfortable; it won’t be painless. Do you still want it? Look me in the eye and tell me you do. I’ll only eat you when I have your informed but enthusiastic consent