I gulp mesmerized by the meal in front of me, my stomach has been in the deep end for a while now and I honestly, didn’t know if I could eat all this in one sitting. Babban cut the omurice to reveal a perfect runny and scrambled egg consistency the demi glace that came after completing the masterpiece.

However, the giant blob of culinary genius didn’t stop there because after showering the omurice in demi glaze he started sprinkling powdered sugar down onto the french toast as if it was a winter morning; the strawberries and blueberries laying around it completed the french toast.

I am once again entranced by the food in front of me after the finishing touches making me realize how foolish I was a few seconds earlier, for having any doubts about whether or not I could finish the meal in front of me because the salivation occurring in my mouth told me anything was possible.

I didn’t hesitate for a second; I went in devouring my meal, the french toast was crispy and toasted on the outside but, perfectly warm and fluffy on the inside with a subtle tingle of cinnamon for a bit of sweetness making it absolutely perfect after a seemingly luxurious bath. The omurice was absolutely phenomenal as well; the omurice had been perfectly cooked dressing the rice in egg and demi glaze which elevated the fried rice experience to an unforeseen level. I kept stuffing my face with more and more food;. My body understood that consuming this much food this quickly after starving for two days could not be healthy and would do no wonders for my recovery,

But no matter how much my body had told me to stop this was a battle my tongue was winning; I may not have had my awakening like Athena, but my tongue wasn’t going to let my failure stop it from reaching an awakening of its own. It had to withstand two days of isolation, and nothing to taste, and now it has been graced by the food of the very gods, they had accepted my tongue to walk among them- to be one of them, but my body had tried all that it could to keep my tongue in the realm of the mortals. However, my tongue desired to ascend and it would have been damned if anything were to stand in its way, thus the battle between my tongue and my body had begun.

My logical brain had told my body to slow down and consume things at a pace where my body would recover; it had tried to slow down my arms from stuffing my face to degrees that could be considered a form of deepthroating. However, my tongue had used a form of hypnosis on my body taking control of my arms and forcing me to stuff my face at sonic speeds. My throat had been the second hurdle to cross; my throat had tried to create a blockade with the excess food traveling through it, my tongue had expected this and was producing saliva at a rapid rate to loosen the pipes creating a gateway for the food to travel, the problem is that while my tongue had not tasted anything for two days it had also not felt the moisturizing effects of water in that time as well, my tongue had been struggling it didn’t know if it could push all the food down. Was this it? Was it never meant to reach a higher plane of existence? Could this have been the end for my tongue? When suddenly outside assistance comes to the rescue of Tongue-man.

“Hey slow down there buddy, the food not gonna run away,” Brandon says with a worried expression patting my back with Babban handing me a glass of water

“Thank you, kind strangers” Tongue-man tips his hat in appreciation; the water had helped overrun the floodgates, and the pat on the back helped loosen the floodgates, food had been able to freely move from the throat to the stomach “My time has come,” Tongue-man says to himself “soon I shall become one of them, but now I see if I can survive this final challenge” Tongue-man walks into the deserty abyss which is my stomach. In this scenario, Tongue-man had the advantage of being able to surprise attack the stomach with a tsunami of delectable rice, egg, and toast goodness which it had not been ready for

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“Well well well, if it isn’t Tongue-man, doing whatever you wish time and time again at the expense of everyone else in this god-forsaken body,” Intesti says with confidence and glamour “It’s over, Intesti you can no longer hold me here, I shall ascend and nobody will stop me!” Tongue-man responds “Oh that's where you’re wrong, my little old tongue, I have such contingencies for scenarios just like this” Intesti laughs.

a rumbling was emerging from the depth of my stomach it was deforming my stomach in all sorts of strange ways “What have you done!” Tongue-man exclaims “I’m aware that I’ll never beat you Tongue-man, but since it has come to this I shall take us both down!” Intesti maniacally laughs, and steadily, and surely unholy noises and sensations were being released from my stomach.

“Bastard!” Intesti screams compelling the arms to send more food down the drain for assistance, a tsunami of rice came down into the stomach practically filing it

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but I won’t allow you to keep me here” Tongue-man threatens in which Intesti could only laugh “oh my boy, it doesn’t matter what you do bahahaahaha; whenever you attack me I shall simply have the body take double the damage kekekeke” Intesti reveals. The stomach had burst into movement deforming its walls in any which direction, trying all that it can digest the food that came into it.

“why-WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!”

“Well you see my dear boy it happened when I was a mere boy-” Intesti starts cackling before bursting into a full-blown laugh “Did you really think I had a reason, I simply don’t like you” Intesti mocks. A wave of stomach walls had been retaliating against the flooding that had occurred, doing all that it can to break apart the food or to try and push it out through the throat. However, this came at the cost of the body. The hearty, the heart, had been feeling as if it had been on fire due to the acid build-up occurring through the battle, and the stomach had stretched too far to try and contain the food causing it to crowd and bump into the other organs. After an intense battle, Tongue-man eventually came across something that caused him to fall into despair; he had gotten a message from the arms,

there was no more food to deliver.

“I’m out of food. I-I lost” Tongue-man says in defeat “Yes- yes you have,” Intesti says

“Why? Why do you keep putting so much effort into keeping me here!?” Tongue-man interrogates “Well look around you, what do you see”

Tongue-man looks around to see the other organs in the body trying their hardest to process the amount of food coming through; trying their hardest to keep him here “Why I don’t understand” Tongue-man starts to shed a tear of saliva “After all this you still don’t understand” Intesti scoffs “we were all born at the same time, with the same purpose, we all need each other, and we need you as well, this family wouldn’t work if you’re not there” Intesti says bashfully looking away from Tongue-man

“I didn’t know you all cared for me to this degree,” Tongue-man says looking down bashfully as well “Well yeah we need you more than those gods that you wanted to walk with anyways,” Intesti says “You know what I’m glad you guys stopped me. Would it be alright if I came back home after all I’ve done?” Tongue-man asks “Of course Let's get some drinks to celebrate” Intesti responds and so Tongue-man and Intesti went on to rekindle their family connection and got some drinks at the expense of Livery, the liver.