The pickle spluttered out in its last triumph "YMCA" while pickles frail arms portrayed the corresponding actions to the individual letters. His body ached as pain shot all over pickles small figure. Burning sensations and agonisingly painful stabs of torture attacked his half body.
Pickle juice drooled from the sides of his mouth and pickle knew his time as a pickle would soon be over and he would cease to exist. He used whatever power he had in his greased body to roll as far away as possible from the beast, who was trying to decapitate him.
The beast had already bitten off his legs and revealed the pickles light green insides. His roll successfully got him 5 mm away from the beast, who was currently chewing what the pickles body had spent so much time to grow. His legs. Pickle screamed as the beasts grabby-hand thing reached out towards him...
"yo dude pickles are so good"
Pickles doom had met him. Face to face. He stared deeply into the beast mouth, which was gaping wide, ready to be painted in pickles juices and crushed chunks of his flesh. Time seemed to slow. Pickles life flashed before his eyes. From him being a sapling to being a mighty pickle, before being stuffed and conserved into a crowded jar filled with green water.
Pickle went head first as heat from the beast mouth overwhelmed pickles upper half, or only half if you will, considering pickle was now wheelchair bound due to a lack of legs. Pickle screamed as the teeth slowly bit down into in between his stomach and head. The teeth's strength growing and slowly grinding into pickles flesh, compressing his stomach and achieving the most pain pickle has ever felt in his life. The teeth slam down together, breaking pickles once joined upper half. The abdomen was held in the beast hand while the hand was now in the beasts mouth.
The beast pushed pickle to the side of his mouth. Pickle was lying on the bottom of the beast bottom molar teeth, facing the top row of molars. The top row slowly being drawn to the bottom row. Pickle screamed as the teeth split his flesh in between his eyes. Pickles head was thrown around the beast mouth and chewed on mercilessly, turning his head to pulp.
Pickles abdomen remained and the beast threw the body in aswell. Repeating the process. Turning all that was left of pickle, his whole life into a mere snack that was to be soon burnt in agonising acid.
The pulp was passed through the beasts body into a pool of acid, where pickles remains disintegrated and all know records of pickle, were lost. There was no proof of pickles existence. Nothing was left of pickle to leave on the earth. He spent his whole life growing, to be met with pain in the long run. Pickle deserved better.
"yo all my pickles are gone call mom to get more"
