Tek istediğin fışkırt, sen bir yemekten başka bir şey değilsin

Ugh, he's still wiggling around in there like it's going to change anything. I told him to calm down, but of course, he has to be difficult, squirming and making a fuss in my stomach. He's nothing more than food now, a meal I've been waiting forever to enjoy. I don't have time to care about his whining. My belly will handle him soon enough. Eventually, all that feistiness fades, and he finally does what he's supposed to; become the perfect meal.