Dinnertime.

The Countess smiles. "Of course. After all, you won't be conscious." You start to ask what she means, but you're interrupted by a noise behind you. Struggling with your new legs, you turn around...and see a snake as big as you. Your new instincts tell you to run, but before you can do anything more than collapse on your clumsy four legs, the snake is on top of you. You feel yourself being rolled into its coils, then squeezed like a sponge. The last thing you see before you lose consciousness is the snake opening its wide mouth...

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