"That's not what we do", Paul said.
"Ohh, everyone except Paul, leave."
No questions asked, the 2 out of the 3 left the room. Chad approached Paul.
"Paul, eat me. I want to be inside you. I want to be digested by you. I want to be excreted by you, in one of your-"
"OK, OK! Would you just at least be quiet about it?!"
Chad prepared himself for the vore'n with a tongy French kiss. This is how he wanted to go out of this world, in the best way he thought possible. As he cleaned Paul's mouth in every nook and cranny, Paul did the same back, to distract his prey. Once he saw that Chad was with closed eyes, as far away from reality as possible, he took his shot. His mouth, painfully stretching to now house Chad's head, actually didn't bother either one of them much. Paul tried as best he caould to make out what Chad said. Something like:
"Oh, I love it so much in here! It's so nice and warm, it smells so nice. I-oh, Paul! I'm going down! I'm goin' downnn..."
Because of that, right-smack-in-the-middle, Chad was indeed, going down...right into Paul's stomach.
Once he was inside it, Chad made himself comfortable as he could in his final hours.
*slosh!* *gurrgle!* *plop!*
Chad curled up and cuddled inside his digestive pouch, making the best of anything he could find in there. As for Paul, he held in all the pain of his tummy expanding, and poked at it from time to time, while he lied down.
"Can we come in now? Sounds like a lot's goin' on in there!"
He completely forgot about the other guys Chad told to leave.
"Umm, come in?", Paul said.
"What are you thinking?!"
"Chad, I know how to handle this. Shut up, please!"
The two other obscure mascots appeared. And yes, the first thing they talked about was Paul's gut.
"Umm, Paul, what happened?", the brown-haired lady gestured to the belly protruding enough to roll up his shirt.
"Ohh", Paul said, hoping Chad would shut up.
"You should really try the, um, buffet table in the cafeteria!", Paul joked, patting and teasing his busy belly. Whatever Paul heard then, he probably saw as Chad not shutting up. He smacked his gut harshly.
"Will you shut up, already?!"
Silence. Silence he'd hope was a yes. Those couple of people looked at him with a "You talking to me?" look. Paul created a diversion.
"Soo, see you guys later!"
As the two walked skeptically away, Paul got out of that building as quickly as possible. He couldn't be out in public, in such a place so sensitive to him. Lucky for him, he knew of the perfect, most obvious place: his very own home. There, Chad would be digested and meet his demise in peace, as he wished.