Roy sat in the Malice's stomach.  The smell of mustard was going away, finally.  All he smelled now was the saliva that occassionally came down the huge throat, and smelling the saliva was also smelling the giant breath, which Roy had an unusual fetish for.  How he wished he could do the whole process over again!  Why didn't he ask for three last requests?!  He would've asked to stay in his mouth a little while, be played with, but Malice instead swallowed Roy fast.  However, as Roy sat in the pool of stomach liquid, he couldn't help but wonder when he would be digested?  Shouldn't it have started, like now?  He suddenly realized...Roy quickly pinched himself...nothing.  He bit his cheek...again nothing!  "No way!"  He looked up and a bright light flashed his eyes.  He woke up with a sweat.  He looked around and he was back in his little cage.  He must've dosed off after Malice captured him.  Though he was happy he didn't actually get eaten, he was wondering if his wish had come true.  There Malice slept, right before him, his mouth open, drool coming out, and Roy inhaled heavily everytime Malice breathed out.