At a faraway palace, Dragon sits proudly on a thorne, now having Panda right where he wants him to be, even if it meant gaining a few pounds on his stomach making it like a beer belly. A bunch of highly equiped crocodiles appear before him ready to take orders. Dragon said, “I have now mastered the Art of Vore. Your task is to vore everyone in the valley and kill my former primate minions, for I am no longer in need of them. I started and now you shall go finish it!" The minions replied, “Yes, your majesty." They leave to devour their prey, as Dragon slowly churns his belly with his prey already in it and feeling like being digested and faints in the acids realizing his death is drawing near.