"Cash Money Honey!" You state as you slam the hard earned change from your pocket onto the counter, staring into the clerk's eyes as blood splatters on his face. "Huh?" you question as you look down to find your change is in fact a hand full of bloody gore.
"I didn't... what is that... I don't know" is what you tried to say, but only gobbledee-gook comes out of your mouth. The clerk is astonished and stunned, shaking his head bewildered. You raise your hands in front of you in a protest of innocence, but the blood streams off them onto the floor. "Nervall spleen toggle de bok!" Your head shakes and you collapse to the floor. You feel your belt begin to writhe, as you look down, it has become a snake, squirming out of its pant holdings, under your shirt and up your body. You roll on the floor in sheer terror. Nothing makes sense, except the rumble beneath you. Your eyes blotted with blood, through the red haze you make out blood red walls all shimmering with the rumbling boom of laughter. You are inside the god narrators throat, and the palpitating folds are slowly massaging you down. Down into the depths of his sick bowels. Never question he who holds your fate. Naught good can come of it. This entity who rules your reality is a vengeful and jealous God. Don't EVER question his masculinity, for his intestines are the real hell.