He wanted to know what I was made of so badly that he couldn't resist reaching into my chest and pulling parts of me out through my ribcage
Like scarves pouring out from the sleeve of a Las Vegas magician, the fallen leaves from nearby, naked trees kept flowing endlessly out of me
He wanted to see my soul, but couldn't find it in the black hole he was stupidly peering into Within seconds, I had consumed him Churned up into my guts, he went away Curiosity is either brave or extremely stupid