The entrance to Mowler's stomach is forced open as a fizzing, burning arm pushes through it. A head follows the arm, the neck bent at an awkward angle. The mammal takes in deep breaths of claustrophobic esophagus air, which is marginally better than stomach air, then twists in an attempt to lever his other arm out of the stomach.<br/><br/>[hyenafolk swallow resist: 1d20(5)+11=16; DC=28; fail]<br/><br/>The weaselfolk suddenly feels the flesh around him spring into life and hears a squelching noise descending the throat towards him. Realizing that the lizardfolk has swallowed, he quickly digs his claws into anything he can reach and tries to make himself as wide as possible, but it's no good--the flesh is too tough and slippery to be gripped. He splashes, screaming, back into the hungry gizzard.<br/><br/>[You've used your first attack swallowing but you still have automatic damage and the -1 attack]<br/><br/><br/>[Fiona: make a disguise check, with a +10 bonus from the hat]