Vore Drive End!
End count:
-109 Smols
-13 extra internal pockets
-2 cups of herbal honey tea
-1 very stressed John because now he has to hunt through all the nooks and crannies to make sure no one is left behind
-1 rather uncomfortable Raknu who bit off more than he could chew
-0 injury
This story has the V.ore thing in it. And some foodplay but it’s just jello. Es a fluff story. Very safe.
1600-ish words
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John wanders out of his room, rubbing his eyes. Most the time it was fine, but sometimes losing the ability to focus on anything really bothered him. He used to be able to read for a solid ten or eleven hours straight, even skipping meals. Not that it was a good habit, of course. Now he was lucky to be able to read for even close to two hours at a time before his brain felt fried.
Coming down the hall, he notices something that makes him stop.
“Is that blacklight?” he asks, bewildered.
A little ‘mhmm’ of confirmation sounds from the dining room. Peeking over, John sees Raknu sitting at the table, munching on what looked like glowing goo. A normal lightbulb sits on the counter.
“Are we throwing a party or something? I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules.”
“No. I don’t think I ever would either. Parties seem… invasive, when hosted at your own home.”
“Then why…?”
“I felt like it,” Raknu answers simply, taking another bite of… jello was that? Glowing green jello that looks rather radioactive.
“What’s that?” John says, coming closer and gesturing to the back of Raknu’s hand, which had a big glowing spot on it.
Raknu shrugs.
“Can I have some of the glowey food stuff?”
“There’s a portion for you and Gryphon in the fridge.”
“Why didn’t you say that sooner?” John says, making a beeline for the fridge.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask, so I could have it.”
John snorts and pulls out one of the two containers of the jello. He bumps the silverware drawer closed with his hip as he makes his way to the table to join Raknu. John considers the dish for a moment, then digs out a small spoonful to put into Raknu’s bowl. Raknu’s face lights up and he smiles, happy to see the little extra jello.
If John’s being honest, he felt more like playing with the glowing green goo than actually eating it. The thought crosses his mind to spread it out on the table, shrink down, and pretend to die of radiation poisoning in the radioactive wasteland.
Then again, it’s pretty dangerous being small-sized around Raknu. At least, that’s what the very intense dramatic emotional part of his brain says - that he’ll 100% get eaten with that jello if he shrinks down to play with it. Although logically, he knows that Raknu is much more of a gentleman than that and would have the decency to ask first and let him decline.
John’s eyes drift to Raknu’s midsection. Eh. Better not risk it.
Raknu raises an eyebrow at him, catching where John is looking. “If you want to see, you just have to ask,” he says, putting a hand over his stomach.
“Nope. No thanks,” John says, tearing his gaze back to his jello and taking his first bite. “It’s really good. Did you put extra sugar in this?”
Raknu nods. John finds himself watching Raknu’s throat as he swallows.
Nope, not thinking about that right now. Now is the time to eat jello. Or play with the jello. It looks fun to poke at and jiggle. Or enjoy the blacklight. It’s doubtful that it’s going to stay up for long, and it’s fun to play around with.
The more he tries not to think about The Thing, the more it rudely shoves it’s way to the front of his mind. Reverse psychology? Ehhhh. Not gonna try it. Maybe just a focus shift instead of a complete change? He thinks of his own guts filled with the radioactive jello instead and snickers, finally able to eat the green treat in peace.
“Are you going to share the joke?”
“Nope.”
Raknu shrugs and brings his empty bowl to the kitchen, washing it out and putting it on the drying rack. John gets an idea, and leaves a few bites of the stuff, heading to the kitchen with it to find a lid and put it back in the fridge.
“Are you going to finish that?” Raknu asks, peeking at John’s bowl.
“You’re not allowed to have it.”
Raknu sighs dramatically. As he leaves the kitchen, John catches Raknu licking the glowing spot on the back of his hand, which confuses him even more.
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“Hey Blaze, would ya be willin’ to risk possibly maybe getting sick for a video?”
Blaze looks up at the spellcaster distrustfully. “Why?”
“Because I have an idea.”
“What idea?”
“We have glow in the dark jello that lowkey looks radioactive and would make for a great aesthetic.”
Blaze looks uncertain.
“Please?”
He fidgets, looking elsewhere.
“You don’t have to, that’s cool too.”
“I… guess I could do it,” Blaze says, crossing his arms over his midsection.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, now go away before I change my mind.”
“That’s the whole point of staying to double check though. If you would change your mind then it’s not proper consent and I’d just be peer pressuring you into it which ain’t cool.”
Blaze grumbles.
“What was that? I didn’t catch it.”
“Go away and I won’t change my mind.”
“Does that mean if I stay you will change your mind?”
“No! That’s not what I meant! I’ll do it! Now go away! Fuck off!” Blaze says, exasperated.
John clasps his hands together and points at Blaze with both index fingers. “Now are you saying you’ll do it just to get me to go away or-”
“John I swear to the devil I will tear your face off.”
John snickers and holds up his hands. “Alright, alright, I’m going,” he says, backing out the door.
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Blaze pokes at the jello distrustfully, watching it jiggle in the blacklight. "It looks like it's going to possess me and melt me from the inside out."
A small John clambers over Blaze's hand and onto the jello. He digs out a small piece and munches on it. It's a bit disappointing, because even though it looks massive, the only little bit that he can fit in his mouth feels as small as a crumb.
He drops the rest of his handful and stands up, his arms straight out in front of him like one of the undead in one of those horror movies. "Ohhhhhh nooooooo I've been possessed. I'm melllltinnnn- IPE-" John yelps, flailing as his foot breaks through the surface of the jello.
Blaze snickers and picks the little man up, carefully setting him aside. John shakes jello off his foot and glances up at the clock.
"We should get started,"
"...Jello first?"
John nods. "Yup yup."
Blaze picks up the bowl and takes a bite, his face immediately screwing up with disgust. John watches his throat as he swallows.
"Is that the face you make when you eat me?"
"No, that face is worse. You're gross."
"I'm offended. I should taste like Skittles."
"...Skittles?"
"Because I'm gay."
Blaze looks even more confused as he takes another large bite of jello.
John sighs. "Taste the rainbow?"
Finally Blaze's face lights up in understanding. "Oh! Gay!"
"There we go."
Blaze glowers as he eats the third and final bite of jello. John puts on his oxygen mask and waits for Blaze's hand. Blaze hesitates a moment before offering it, but as soon as it's there, John climbs on. It’s sorta fun, being this small. There’s definitely perks, like being able to be picked up and carried like a little bird. Probably best not to jump and try to fly though. Or be dropped.
“Good to go?” Blaze asks.
“Yup yup.”
"Alright. Down the hatch, I guess," Blaze mumbles and sighs, opening his mouth for John.
The little spellworker climbs in with a practiced ease, still a bit wary of Blaze's teeth. John clicks on his blacklight flashlight, shining it around at the glowing residue. It sorta looks cool. Mostly weird though. Blaze swallows, pulling John's legs into his throat. Another one had him up to his shoulders, and with a third he was completely gone, pulled into the heartbeat-less flesh. Despite how many times they had done this, John still got distracted and fascinated by the sound of lungs and a few other internal organs working around them working around him. There were little bits of green leaving a trail down Blaze's throat.
John falls into the vampire's stomach. He snickers at hearing a little welcoming growl from around him while Blaze shifts uncomfortably. He muses about whether or not guts have a mind of their own, or whether it's just some subconscious thought. People talk to their stomach frequently as if it's a different person, or at least think the words even if they don't say it out loud. Like, 'I know you're hungry but settle down, we will have food in half an hour' or 'I just ate, why are you still growling at me'. If a stomach is a separate mind, then can someone reincarnated as one? Not another human, just the guts of a human. The idea is sorta funny to think about.
John leans into the walls heavily. It’s a habit he’s picked up recently, although he can’t tell if it’s supposed to be affectionate or just to annoy Blaze.
He shines a blacklight on the area, looking at what he had to work with. The jello looked kinda like a bunch of semi-transparent glowing rocks on an alien planet. At least, they did when they weren't sliding and bouncing from the constant little movements from Blaze and his guts. John pushes one of the jello chunks, sending it sliding across the flesh room.
He pulls his camera from one of his belt pouches. This might actually be cooler than he expected. Or at the very least, be more amusing than it had any right to be.
To throw more smols down his throat, go to this post!
#18
“I believe this is starting to get uncomfortable, for all persons involved. I’m going to pause for a moment to rearrange things and open up more space.”
Raknu drums his fingers on his middle idly as he thinks through how exactly he’s going to do that.
He had already opened up another bubble space above his stomach a little while ago, but he couldn’t do that too much more or start taking up space meant for his lungs, which isn’t good.
There was an idea there, but he wasn’t sure how well it would be received, or how the 17 smalls already inside would react to it.
But then, he supposes, it’s a better idea than forcing them to be more squished than necessary.
“For the ones in the main stomach, please gather to the center as closely as possible. I will be reconnecting the intestines in two different places, for anyone who’s interested in exploring that. If you do manage to crawl through all 24 feet of them, it will lead back to the stomach. Reminder that all my systems are completely cleaned out and safe. There is nothing to be concerned about.”
There’s a lot of movement in his stomach. Raknu carefully picks up his next volunteer and sets him down on his midsection while he waits for the people inside to settle down.
The volunteer is hesitant but curious, and walks around a little bit. She makes her way over to one of his shirt buttons and sits on it, then looks up at him and grins.
“This is the best we can do!” John says.
Button-sitting person falls back.”Ack! That spooked me,” a small voice says. It’s a challenge to hear her at this size. John can alter his volume to make sure he’s heard at his size, but no one else had the luxury.
“Don’t worry, John is nice. He doesn’t bite,” Raknu says, amused by his own joke. Button-person starts snickering a little too.
Raknu starts his internal work, shifting things around and such. His skin ripples a little as he does this.
“What would you like to be called?” Raknu asks.
“Devin the Great and Dreadful,” the small says, her interest perked by the rippling.
“Nice to meet you, Devin the Great and Dreadful. It’ll be just a moment,” Raknu says, finishing up the connection between the intestines to the stomach.
“The ones on the inside can move freely now,” he says and waits for a moment for people to disperse.
Devin the Great and Dreadful waits patiently, having found another button to sit on.
To throw more smols down his throat, go to this post!
#48
“I am initiating another short break. My throat is quite sore. I will be getting up to grab a glass of warm tea with honey in just a moment. The ones resting in the pocket next to my left lung, if you don’t want to be doused in tea, now is your time to leave. I will be opening a temporary connecting segment to the stomach to allow easier travel.”
“On the other hand, if you do want to relax in an internal herbal hot-tub of sorts, feel free to make your way up to that pocket. It will be filled roughly halfway, and will be pleasantly warm but not hot.”
Raknu makes the connecting segment between the pocket and the stomach first, already feeling a flurry of movement in that area.
That done, he carefully stands up and makes his way to the kitchen, making sure not to make any sudden movements. He pours some water into an electronic kettle and sets it to boil, then leans back and waits.
With some time to spare, he tunes into what he can feel on the inside. There’s some movement from the other internal pocket, the one right above the stomach. It feels like someone is trying to climb back up to the esophagus. To get to the other pocket that’ll have tea in it soon? That wasn’t something he’d thought about, but climbing up that way could cause problems. He carefully pushes the small one out of the tube connecting the pocket to the esophagus, and then opens another off the bottom of the pocket to the side of the stomach.
He can feel the small make their way over to the new tube and hop in. So that probably was the issue - either that or the other people in that pocket were just pissing them off. As soon as that small is through, he closes off that connecting tube.
By the feel of it, the intestinal tract wasn’t as popular. Understandable. But, that meant that the stomach was feeling a bit over crowded - it wasn’t bothering him, per say, it just didn’t feel like there was much space for the individuals inside.
He works to widen that space a bit, and tries to figure out where to put more internal pockets. The midsection was already quite full, and he wanted to hold out as long as possible before he had to add any noticeable bumps.
There wasn’t really anything he could think of though. He taps his fingers on his midsection, trying to puzzle this out. Mmmmmmm - maybe? There’s a thing he does when shapeshifting to impersonate a stronger individual, where he puts air under muscle to make it look more prominate. If he could do the same thing and connect a tube to it... That could work.
He grabs a mug and a tea bag, and right on cue, the water finishes boiling. While the tea steeps, Raknu goes looking for a thermometer.
Thermometers aren’t really used all that much around here. Drawers in the kitchen? Nope. Bathroom? Nope. Laundry room? Nope. He finally ends up finding it in the garage, over by the painting supplies, though he can’t figure out why. He cleans it off and puts it in the cup of tea. Throws in some honey and ice cubes, stirring with the thermometer. 100 degrees Fahrenheit is the goal.
While he’s waiting for it to get all the way down to temp, he starts working on making the tunnels from his esophagus to his shoulders for a couple more internal pockets there.
First progress shots! To throw more smols down his throat, go to this post.
I also wrote a couple small things for it!
#1:
Raknu rests a hand over his noisy guts. It’ll be a big event, and he had asked John to be first to make sure it stays safe for everyone involved. It had taken quite a bit of preparation for the shapeshifter to completely clean out his insides and detach all things related to digestion. As a result, his guts weren’t very happy with him and kept complaining about being so empty.
“Hungry, eh?” John says, checking on a few last things.
“Of course,” he replies simply.
Satisfied, John turns to Raknu and holds out his hand. “Guess it’s time to start then.”
“Yes, I believe it is.”
Raknu takes John’s hand and watches the spellcaster shrink. The now-small form kicks and pulls himself up onto his hand.
The shapeshifter gets the distinct urge to just eat John right now, but he resists. That’d be quite impolite.
“Thank you for indulging me like this, John,” Raknu says with a smile.
“Sure. I gotta say though, I’m low-key intimidated by all the growling.”
“Apologies. I still haven’t found out a good way to mute it.” Just a little bit more to fulfill the polite requirements.
“I was just teasin’ ya, it’s alright. Maybe I should make it my ringtone for you,” John says and snickers.
Waiting feels like agony. “May we proceed?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m good to go,” John says.
Without hesitation, Raknu brings John to his lips and opens his mouth, carefully pushing him in. Raknu doesn’t hold him in his mouth very long and swallows quickly. He traces John’s path down with his hand. It’s a little bit disappointing how unsatisfying John’s little form is alone.
#6:
With five small volunteers already in his stomach, his hunger abated and he starts taking his time. He feels mildly embarrassed over how much he had rushed it until this point.
Raknu gently picks up his next volunteer and smiles. “Welcome to resort de Raknu. I’ll be your host this evening, I hope you enjoy your stay.”
“Resort? Bah! I give it two out of five stars,” John shouts back jokingly, and Raknu can feel a small kick to his insides.
“Please redirect any complaints to the front desk,” Raknu says, putting a hand on his stomach and turning his attention back to the volunteer in his hand. “Apologies for the interruption. What would you like to be called?”
“John? Will you help me with something?” Raknu asks, straightening his shirt cuffs.
“Sure. Whatcha need?”
Raknu hesitates. “It can be dangerous for shapeshifters to mess around with internal organs, especially vital organs like the lungs. There are a few things I wanted to try that I’m not comfortable with trying on my own. I would also need help testing out the functionality of it. May I ask you to keep an eye on things from the inside?”
“Lungs? Why would you be messing with your lungs?”
“Just minorly. Nothing too risky.”
“As long as you’re being safe I guess.”
“Yes or no?”
John sighs. “What do I need?”
“Thank you. Please grab everything you’d bring with you to Blaze’s stomach.”
“Will do. When do you wanna do this?”
“In about an hour, ideally. Is that okay?”
“Yup.”
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John sat on the side of Raknu’s middle finger, his back supported by the shapeshifter’s index finger.
“Are you ready?” Raknu asks.
“Yup. I’m good to go,” John says, putting his oxygen mask on
Raknu lifts the small form to his mouth, and John scoots in, grabbing Raknu’s teeth to help.
John’s mind immediately goes into comparison mode. Raknu seems more comfortable and not all that awkward about this, while being just as careful. And it’s wetter than Blaze’s mouth. And Raknu takes a touch longer than Blaze does in slicking him down.
Raknu pushes him back and swallows. The muscles pulling him down feel a lot stronger than Blaze's. There’s also a heartbeat here. It’s weird being able to hear a heartbeat. To feel a heartbeat. John places his hand on the surface as he gets pushed along.
“....This doesn’t look like a stomach,” John comments once he reaches his destination. It's a smooth rounded area with the look and feel of the esophagus.
“You are correct. It’s a seperate pocket I made and the main focus of my experimentation. Like a little internal storage container. Ideally, I want to do a number of things. Figure out where to put this new pocket so it doesn't impede other functions. Mess with the connection of that area to my esophagus and make an easy way to control whether things go to the pocket or the stomach. And the most risky part - seeing if I can connect my lungs to it, or figure out some other way to get airflow. Your task is to help me test things out and make sure it works properly. As well as making sure I don't mess up and start bleeding without realizing it, since I have to turn off pain receptors to change things."
"Got it. Just be careful, alright?"
"That is the plan, yes. I'll start off by figuring out where and how to place it. I'll periodically ask you to stretch and push at the walls to see if the movement will affect any other organs that are too close."
"Sir yes sir."
The entire chamber around John ripples and moves. He watches, fascinated with seeing something like this from this perspective. It pauses, moves a bit, stops again, moves back a little, fine tuning.
“Push at the sides and top now,” Raknu says.
John gets up and takes a couple unsteady steps to the wall. He hesitates, then leans against the wall elbow-first. Nothing? John takes a step back and looks up. Elbows won’t work here. He sighs and reaches upwards, stretching and pushing against the ceiling with his hands as much as he can.
There’s a noise from Raknu at that. “Hang on a sec,” he says, and the little room of flesh starts moving again.
John loses his balance and falls over.
“Alright, try that again.”
John unsteadily gets up to his feet again and pushes at the top again.
There’s a minor adjustment again. “Alright, I think that’s good. Move on to the next spot please.”
John takes a step towards the next wall and leans into it with his foot up about belly-button height. Nothing? Nope. Next spot, same thing. Last spot. He’s surprised to feel something hard a little way behind the wall, and Raknu jerks.
“Was that your spine?”
“Yes it was. Let me fix that.”
John sits down of his own free will this time. The wall he had just pushed at moves towards him.
"Push at that spot again?"
John leans into it with his elbow. Nothing.
"Alright. Moving onto the next step. I have a few ideas on what to do for how it's attached. I'll be testing whether or not it's properly functional with sips of water, if you don't mind."
"Yup, that's fine."
John sits down cross legged and leans against a wall, keeping an eye on the subtly moving flesh by the spot he came in on. He makes another comparison, that Raknu's general systems are a lot louder and more active than Blaze's.
"Am I on top of your stomach? That's what it sounds like, and the floor keeps moving in little small waves."
"Yes. Technically only partially above. You're a little back as well."
"Hey! I guessed it right!" John says, shifting from a sitting position to laying down. The ceiling also moves a little, in time with Raknu's breathing.
"Alright, testing now. There shouldn't be any water joining you."
John sits up and watches. He hears Raknu swallow, and a moment later there's a little trickle of water that comes in.
"Didn't work. Only a small amount came in though."
"Alright," Raknu says and gets to work again.
John reaches a foot forward and splashes his toes in it.
“What about a way to drain water and stuff out of here?”
“Didn’t think about that. I’ll figure that out after - Oh, hello Blaze. How are you?” Raknu says, his internal work continuing without missing a beat.
“Who were you talking to?” Blaze says. It’s quite muffled and hard to hear from John’s position, but possible with focus.
“John.”
“Oh I was looking for him. Is he in your pocket or something?”
“Or something,” Raknu says, and John hears him take another sip of water. More water than last time comes in.
John elbows the wall twice.
“I don’t know what that means John,” Raknu says.
“That worked worse. A lot of water came in this time,”
“Did you eat John,” Blaze asks flatly.
“Yes.”
John hears Blaze grumble in frustration and then the door closing loudly as he leaves the room.
“Let me know if the water level gets uncomfortable, John, and I’ll switch focus to taking care of that.”
“Will do. What do you think Blaze wanted me for?”
“If I were to make a guess, I’d say it’s likely he wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a night walk with him. He’s been getting antsy lately, and of course he’s not allowed to leave the house alone.”
“Oh yeah. That sounds like a good idea. I forget that the outside exists. It’s good to go out and get some fresh air sometimes.”
Raknu sips a bit more water.
“Hey it worked this time! Nothing came in, I don’t’ think.”
“That’s good. One more just to double check it,” Raknu says and takes one last sip.
“Nope! Nothin this time either.”
“Can you get up and make sure you’re not standing in any of the water?”
“Alright,” John says, and moves over and leans into a wall. “I’m out of the water now.”
The floor by his feet moves, and a little divider appears about knee-high, keeping John from the rest of the little area. A hole opens in the floor on the other side of the divider, and all the water leaves. When it closes back up again, the divider lowers.
“I need to stop for a food break. This takes a lot of energy. You’re free to stay or leave, John, whichever you’d prefer. I would like to resume as soon as I’m done eating, if that’s alright.”
“I’ll just stay here. It’s cold outside.”
“Alright,” Raknu says, a hint of amusement to his voice. The area tilts and sways as Raknu gets to his feet and walks to the kitchen.
John stretches and lays back against a wall, fiddling with his pockets to pull out one of his waterproofed language learning books. He hears the fridge opening and metal clattering.
“Whatcha making?”
“An omelette.”
"Omelettes are good."
"Do you want one as well?"
"No thank you."
John tries to focus on reading again, but all the little sounds and movements distract him. There's a lot of growling sounds from underneath him. John gives up on reading and pockets the book. Instead of reading, he pokes at the floor.
“Apologies. I can’t do anything about the noise.”
“Nah it’s chill. I don’t mind that much. … Hmm. Do you actually like feeling… this?” John says, unsure of how to say it. He gets up and walks around a little bit instead.
“Yes, I do find that pleasant.”
“Moving around freaks Blaze out. Or well it used to, now he’s just slightly weirded out and mildly uncomfortable.”
“To each their own.”
“Are you ticklish?”
“No.”
“Boring.”
John takes a few more wobbly steps and falls back.
Raknu starts humming a Lindsey stirling song. After a little while of listening, John gets an idea. Rocking back slightly, he tries to vault himself up to his feet. He promptly slips and falls flat on his back. It has the desired effect though. Raknu’s tone wavers slightly.
John tries to make a game out of it - seeing how much he has to move and do to mess Raknu up. The first time took the shapeshifter by surprise, but now he’s expecting it. Which means having to up his antics.
This includes jumping, bouncing at the walls, falling over a lot, and timing things well.
After a while of this, Raknu chuckles and gives up on trying to hum a song.
“Are you sure you want to stay? My omelette is done.”
“Yup I’m good. Plus if I left, then you’d have to swallow me again with gross egg breath.”
“Fair enough.”
John focuses and hears a drawer open and close, footsteps, and the chair scooting across the floor. Just barely caught the sound of the plate being set on the table.
John situates himself so he’s facing Raknu’s throat and watches curiously as the muscles contract to push food along. The sounds from the stomach region also seem to start changing a bit, but it’s hard to tell. He can feel it moving a little bit more actively underneath him, but it seems like the sounds are a bit more muffled. Wup. Sounds like quite a bit of water was added to the mix, and it adds a some sloshing sounds occasionally. It’s distracting and gross, but fascinating too. Like a cursed image that you can’t look away from.
“You look confused, Blaze. John is still unavailable. Apologies,” Raknu says. The sudden talking startles John. He must’ve missed the sound of Blaze coming back.
“Where is he this time? I heard you cooking stuff in the kitchen and I thought that meant you were done with him,” Blaze asks.
“He’s a little above my stomach and back towards my spine in a new organ I’ve been working on.”
“What?”
“I’ll send John your way when we’re finished.”
There’s a bit of hesitation and then some grumbling from Blaze that John can’t make out. The door closes loudly again.
A particularly loud growl sounds from under John, and he prods at the floor. Raknu finishes up his meal. John can feel movement as Raknu gets to his feet and starts walking. A moment later the kitchen faucet is turned on and dishes clink.
“I’m bored. There’s too much going on for me to focus on reading, but not enough to keep me entertained.”
“Oh, another name change? Hello bored, I’m - oof,” Raknu says, interrupted by a kick from John.
“Well hello to you too, oof.”
Raknu snickers.
“Hey! You’re shaking the place like there’s an earthquake.”
“Am I not allowed to laugh then?”
“No. No laughing allowed.”
“I cannot make guarantees that I will abide by that rule.”
“Mmmmmhmmmm.”
“I just need to dry my hands and sit down again. Then we can resume.”
