The Gaping Maw Of Oblivion!
Once more! I refer you to my exploits with the apple! The digital tableau was my justification, and remains so. The courts find no evidence of crime, and I am exonerated. Now I compel, impel, propel, and, yes, even dragoon you, assorted and transnational forumgoers, to consider your own devouring capacities.
I have many questions to ask! But only some are right for this thread. And some are not right for any mortal Human to think upon, for such things will crush their tiny minds into the very oblivion which forms my stomach! Therefore I go now to my business of asking you acceptable and palatable and comprehensible and not repugnant questions.
What is the largest thing you have ever swallowed whole? I think my own example would be my son, Caractacus. You see, I commanded him to execute his treasonous brother for treason, but he refused. TREACHERY! INFAMY! COMPLICITY! I devoured him whole. My seething acids obviated his existence! Now he is :moomba:.
What is the largest thing you have ever fit into your mouth? I think my own example would be a small volcanic archipelago, once found in the mid-Atlantic. However the Atlanteans displeased me with their wooden robots and submersible pie charts, and this I unhinged my jaw (In the manner of Fenrir!) and slid my lips and teeth and gums around their citadels and farmsteads. With a mighty CRUNCH!!!1 I tore their islands from their moorings and then with a CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP I ended their miserable civilization.
If you could expand your gourmand experiencing capacities to any degree, how large a thing would you wish to eat? I think my own example would be the capacity to swallow entire superclusters of galaxies whole. I would sample the various and vagarious delights of a hundred trillion stars and moons and planets and other such astronomical bric-a-brac. Yet, I must question. If my stomach were so large, my jaw were so vast, there are two questions! If my stomach were so large, my jaw were so vast, I must ask, would it make a difference, to swallow these things whole? Would they not simply continue to be the same, inside my very ample gut? Would it not be just as being in a smaller, darker universe with definable edges and a constant risk of being expelled through gastronomical distress? And if my stomach were so large, my jaw were so vast, I must ask, would not my accompanying chin lay waste to all the universes that Peter Molyneux, in his infinite grace and wisdom, has created?
