The Last Poster Wins

Llama miraculous regrows hair and spits in your general direction.


"Take that you evil fiend!" I yell.
 
As the llama orbits space, an odd chelsea grin creepily splits it's furry face. Gravity pulls it slowly into the atmosphere, and so the four-legged beast descends in a flaming fireball.
 
Instead, of the llama landing upon me, I open my mouth. I steadily grow larger to encompass the llama, and it visibly goes down my gullet and I lick my lips, the flames dying around them.
 

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