Texas floats in Georgia's belly, Georgia robs Texas

Texas, on her makeshift food raft, looked around her new surroundings. It seems just about everything that Georgia has eaten was here. Though, there's extra emphasis on the eaten, because she's certain half of these things shouldn't even be in her stomach! A horseshoe, a beer mug, a skull?! No wonder her gas smelled so awful...

But she'd be getting some more added landmasses, because Georgia was busy emptying out Texas's fridge, gulping down everything inside and adding it to her belly. Texas watched as food began to splash down inside of the stomach acids, practically creating waves that unbalanced her raft!

Outside...

Georgia wiped her mouth. "Phew. That was quite a meal. I can see why Texas is so small. I'm still hungry!"

"Ma'am, still no sign of the weasel!" Goon #1 called.

"Damn, seriously?" Georgia groaned. She huffed, placing her hands on those lovely hips of hers. "Well, guess she ain't here. Take everything y'all can carry and head back!" Georgia announced. She and we goons began to practically clean her out of room and board, taking all her possessions with them! Texas could only guess where they were headed.