Lardo does a fake out! (Bad End)

Lardo let out a loud blech, before laughing. "Sorry bout that, she got really squirmy in there." The crow laughed as the rat jokingly wasn't having any trouble with Texas, the weasel just squirming around in his stomach with no way of escape, some even seeing Texas kicking Lardo gut from the inside, only making the show funnier for the crowd to watch. The rat snickered, rubbing his big belly "Having fun in there?" Lardo asked, as he barely heard Texas's muffled voice coming from inside his gut "Please, Lemme out! Ah'm sorry! Let me outta here!” Texas begged, her tough facade breaking down as she was left panicking as she started thrashing around in Lardo's gut, hoping the Rat would spit her out, but it only made the rat moan in pleasure. After a few moments of this, the struggling disappeared as Texas was defeated. Lardo would laugh as he won the match, flexing his arm as the sheriff was nothing but a mid-match snack to him now!

Sometime later...

"Yer paying a lotta money for some nobody jobber." Lardo would scoff counting a few dollar bills, as the person behind him snickered. "It is nowhere near too much for my chance to get back at this weasel. I thank you for this non the less." Lardo shrugging "Whatevah, I'll be goin' now." The fat Rat left as the women snickered. It was none other than the voodoo rat herself, Molly!

Having heard of Texas dismiss, she would take the chance to make a deal with Lardo. Texas hadn't been digested by Lardo, but with what had happened, she may have wished that was the end for her, as Molly had used her magic to take the girl's spirit for herself! What for?

To let it be posed by any objects she pleased! The skull-faced rat having decided to turn the gal into a sock, which had been made like a cruel sock puppet parody of the sheriff, who was trapped inside the object, unable to move. "Now then, onto the first test!" The rat would grab the sock, before yanking it onto her fat foot! The thick, grimy bare foot pulled the sock up, barely able to get on as it would snap onto her foot with a moist smack. Toes wiggling around on the inside as Molly let her thick sweaty feet sock the sock-like she had stepped in a puddle, Texas letting out screams that nobody could hear, the only indicator being the slight squirms of the sock. "Oh my, even after all of this, your spirit is still fighting. Impressive." She mocking compliment before the dampness of the sock caused it to rip, and Texas spirit would suddenly slip out as the object was destroyed. The ghostly figure of Texas would glance around, before attempting to escape, flying across the room, hoping she could at least get away before she would be sucked back by her feet, grabbing at the air as she was sucked into a bottle, held by the obese rat! She would sigh holding the bottle. "Well that didn't work, but at least I know you're still here tex, wouldn't be as fun. Now let me see what else we can put you in." She would shove the bottle under one of her fat folds, humming as she went over to her desk, deciding one what to make next as Texas would let out more unheard screams, trapped in a bottle in a very rancid place.