Mario grabbed a hold of Wayne, opened his maw, and gulped him down without hesitation.

"Mmmmmph! *sluurp!*" The Great One was now in the Pens' player-owner's stomach, ready to be digested.

Lemieux sat in the loveseat, lied down, and rubbed his gut that was so big, the buttons on his suit were flying off.

*Streeeeeeeeeetchh!*"Ooh!" *Riiip!"*Pop! Ping! Click!*Mario felt a *churn* as Gretzky struggled to leave his digestive tract.

"*URRRRRP*!"

Muffled*"What was that, Wayne?"

Muffled scream*

"Aw. The acids gettin' to ya already, 'nat?"

Slosh*"Oh. That feels so good. Yummy!"His stomach acids hissed and gurgled as The Great One was dissolving away into soup.

Another gas bubble became an urp!

"So F'n good, Wayne. Thank you sooo much!"

Gloosh!*

Mario was so full that he, in fact, went straight into a food coma.