He dies honorably, a smug look present on his face during his final moments knowing that his purpose in life has been fulfilled
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Fagon
no I imagine I would stick him into my mouth and maneuver him with my tongue, sliding him in between the top and bottom rows of my teeth, tightening my grip on him like a vice. He would let out an ear piercingly loud screech (At least, ear piercing to a little cobby) on the verge of tears as he's helplessly pushing and beating on my molars with his little stick arms while he flails his legs as he's crushed to death.
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Hagon casually revealing his vore fetish for little cereal soymen