"What do you mean by massage?  Like... its going to start churning and... digesting me!?  I wasn't rooting, I was yelling for you to not eat me.  I'm not food, you still need to let me out before your stomach treats me like I am"<br/>*The oxygen Belle gulps down feels good, but he is still to exhausted from all the struggling before to still try and put up much of an effort right now, and merely shuffles around a little inside her stomach*