Inspired by the scene from Men in Black II, I recreate the continuation where Serleena interrogates the unlucky chef about the Light of Zartha. Dressed in her sleek black outfit, I enter the kitchen and find him casually preparing his dishes.
With a cold, commanding demeanor, I lift him by the collar and demand answers. His nervousness is palpable as he stutters excuses and denies knowing anything, but that’s not good enough for me. My patience wears thin, and I decide he’s no longer useful.
I open my mouth wide in an intimidating gesture and swallow him whole. As he slides inside, I feel my belly rapidly expand, rounding out to an impressive size. The pressure within me is immense, but the satisfaction of victory outweighs it. I rub my enormous stomach with a triumphant smirk. The Light of Zartha may still elude me, but no one will stand in my way.