"I can see that you're afraid, little bunny, but don't worry: I'm not going to eat you. Your friend has already done a nice job of filling my belly. You can feel her in there kicking up a storm, can't you? My stomach will slowly gurgle her up until there's nothing left but bones. So I don't need you. I'll just let you go.

"You know, she's trying very hard to get out, but she won't be able to. She just doesn't have enough leverage in there. Every attempt will end with her sliding back down my slippery throat. Eventually she'll be too exhausted to fight anymore, and that'll be that.

"But, if you're really so worried about your friend, well, let me propose a hypothetical situation. If you were to, say, open my muzzle and climb down my throat, I wouldn't stop you. And with two of you in there, maybe -- just maybe -- you could push your friend out. In fact, if that were to happen, I daresay that I would be so impressed I would just let her go. You're both pretty big, and you look like a healthy, strong young lass -- I bet you could do it.

"Of course, then you would be the one on the inside of my fur, with no way to get yourself out. You'd try to escape too, I imagine, but you'd be in the same predicament your friend is in now.

"Hey, I'm just making a statement here. You're the one who keeps glancing at my muzzle, probably weighing your odds, wondering what the inside of a fox gut feels like. Anything you decide to do now is totally on you, and you'll have to deal with the consequences.

"Ah, sorry! I guess I'm a bit tired. I didn't mean to yawn in your face like that. Though I think I might not be able to keep myself from doing it one more time, before I head home to take a nap and digest whatever happens to be in my stomach at the time.

"After all, it doesn't really matter to me. One bunny is just as good as another."