You brought me your last friend to my bloated mess. I savor the friend as he struggles in my stomach, turning into a liquid mess. You say there is no one else. I tell you sternly that you better find someone else. We go to bed and when I wake up, I am hungry. You remind me that there is no one else. I turn to you, revealing how little I care for you and telling you of your fate. I explain what is about to happen and then I swallow you to join the remains of your friend.