Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

By the time he backed off from the proverbial dinner table (or was it more of a midnight snack table? :hmmm:), Peregrine felt a little bit like he might explode. This didn't bode well, considering the next activity on their itinerary. His head cocked in response to the weird sloshing noise coming from his own belly before an abrupt and seriously dank burp burst from his mouth. Ah, that felt a bit better.

The next thing he knew, Fox was taking off into the darkness. "It's a bajingooo!" his voice crowed after her before the man himself lurched in her direction, the contents of his stomach still audibly slopping as he gave chase. It was really fucking distracting, both the noise coming from his own insides and the entire sensation of it. Was this what it was like being pregnant?

That silly thought fell right out of his head when Peregrine struck something solid but soft. He glanced down and saw a gray and white blur before his legs tangled and he went stumbling into the dirt. He landed with a loud oof! noise and threw up a little on impact, a weird bacon-flavored slurry dribbling out of his mouth. By the time he collected himself, shook his suddenly pounding noggin and looked behind himself, he saw... nothing.

"The fuck just happened?!" he yelled into the night.