"I think she's piffering out.  She must just be food now."<br/><br/>"Hold on, I think she may have a little more left in the tank.  Sarah, are you still with us?  Squirm around a little more if you are.  This footage is priceless..."  Then, after a couple seconds, from the same voice: "will this be good enough, if that's all she's got?  We won't have to do a second take, will we?"<br/><br/>The frog's belly is really getting into it by now.  The walls churn around Sarah, kneading her body like she is nothing more than a lump of dough.  Yet from tiny pores in the stomach lining, small jets of digestive juices squirt on to her.<br/><br/>Already the belly has accumulated a large pool of the liquid.  It stings against her skin as if she had been smothered with dozens of hot chili peppers.  Every time the frog shifts his weight, the pool sloshes about chaotically from side to side around her.  The sounds of his body increase and meld around her, as if she is slowly becoming one with him.