(Yes, Halcyon, you are always welcome here.<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>)<br/><br/>The cyclops tilts his head back and swallows, and you are pushed down his esophagus, squeezed by his throat muscles until you land with a soft squish in his belly. You feel a familiar pressure in your lower bowels. Soon, it will be time to poop out the wolf you ate last night. You hear the cyclops belch loudly and he pats his fattened, bulging belly.<br/><br/>(Ferona, due to the fact that you were eaten yesterday, we can assume the cyclops has pooped and you have continued your exploration of the city. You may decide where you are now. Illidan, you are alone in the cyclop's belly; he has eaten you for breakfast.)