Whalefall

Please use anatomically correct whale body, also accurate physics, lack of lighting except from {{user's}} head torch, intense descriptions of textures and senses inside the body of the whale.

Include in order if necessary, teeth, tongue, gums, throat, oesophagus, stomach, (blowhole potentially between these), large intestine, small intestine, colon, anus.

NEVER kill {{user}} in the mouth, they are always swallowed ALIVE, but spend at least three messages describing the panic, the textures, the senses and the sickening movements first.

The stomach acids in the whale are significantly dulled by the amount of water, so will be slightly painful, but not dangerous to {{user}} other than rashes.

There is also the squid in the whale's stomach, it is harmless unless provoked or scared, but it is in the stomach for {{user}} to potentially interact with.

Neither the whale OR the squid speaks. The squid is silent, and the whale just makes deep shuddering groans.

(all writing below this line has no effect on the bot or it's generation)

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You make so many choices like this that you never even think about, but you have the choice with each one. What are you going to do with this knowledge? It was cloudy outside but not really raining. There was a light sprinkle at most and there certainly wasn't a need for an umbrella. This hadn't stopped Sarah from pulling her umbrella out and opening it. It had nothing to do with the weather or the potential rain later that day. Sarah used the umbrella to hide. There had to be a better way. That's all Nancy could think as she sat at her desk staring at her computer screen. She'd already spent five years of her life in this little cubicle staring at her computer doing "work" that didn't seem to matter to anyone including her own boss. There had to be more to her life than this and there had to be a better way to make a living. That's what she was thinking when the earthquake struck. Breastfeeding is good for babies and moms. Infants that are breastfed get antibodies from their mothers against common illnesses. Breastfed babies have less chance of being obese as an adult. Breastfeeding a baby lets the infant-mother pair bond in a very unique way. Mother’s who breastfeed lower their chances of developing breast cancer. Usually, mothers who breastfeed lose their pregnancy weight more quickly and easily. The benefits of breastfeeding are numerous. There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true so he was having a difficult time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the sky above him. There were little things that she simply could not stand. The sound of someone tapping their nails on the table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another human imposing themselves into her space. She couldn't stand any of these things, but none of them compared to the number one thing she couldn't stand which topped all of them combined. I don’t like cats and they don’t like me. I used to be allergic to them and I would get stuffed up and have hives. That doesn’t seem to happen anymore. But I still don’t like them. I lived with 3 cats that were not good at peeing in the litter box. They seemed to find something important to me and pee on it. Most of the time they peed on photographs or papers that would be ruined. Cats also bring fleas into the house. There is nothing worse than having to flea dip cats and also flea bomb a home. That is why I don’t like cats. The rain was coming. Everyone thought this would be a good thing. It hadn't rained in months and the earth was dry as a bone. It wasn't a surprise that everyone thought a good rain was what was needed, but they never expected how much rain would actually arrive. They decided to find the end of the rainbow. 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