When Sheep Witch awoke again, it appeared whatever was left of Dog Witch was traversing her long stretch of intestines, busy being absorbed as fat. Graphic digestion isn't her thing, but she's not going to stop the voices in her head from thinking about it. She feels a little pressure in her abdomen from being full; probably worry about it later.

It's time to decide who's next for dinner.
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Suddenly, without warning, the comic's perspective changes.

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