Screenshot of an excerpt from my fic, Blue Ribbon Belly. It reads:
Dingo heaved a sigh, and it seemed as though his very soul escaped with it. “I’m sorry, Sleet. I can’t bounty hunt with this thing in the way. M’sittin’ this one out.”
“As you shoul—” Sleet stiffened. “Forgive me, I don’t think I caught that. Did you just say you’re sitting this out?”
He looked deeply repentant. “I won’t be any help until my stomach sorts itself out. I can’t morph like this.”
“You’re benching yourself?!” yelled Sleet. “You can’t do that, you’re the muscle! What about the gig? Can’t you suck it in?”
“I’ve already—hic!—tried.” Dingo’s stomach gurgled and groused like the contents of an unattended and overactive chemistry set. He doubled on himself, or at least tried to. His distended midsection was too large. It rebuffed him with a low gwrrr that sounded almost like a threat. “Ughh, I really shouldn’t have eaten the tins too . . . ”
“You swallowed the pies whole?”
deengo you fool!!
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