"Chonky, we're inside your damn belly!"
"What?!" Miraj exclaimed in shock and looked down at himself, kneading his fat fur. "But my belly is here. How can we be inside?"
"Your belly is a dimensional space itself. It's not impossible for both of us to be inside it. Besides, this sea of gold explains it. This is the wealth we've stol—earned in my lifetime." Sylvester guessed, even if it was just a plausible theory.
With the space eels, he was able to discern that there was something around him. But now, he found himself utterly helpless, as it was just a simple, dark, empty void. The place likely had things that Miraj had eaten in his long life.
"Can't you throw us back out?" Sylvester asked.
"Uwaaa…!" Miraj began to force himself to vomit. But a stagecoach came out and floated in front of them. "I don't think so, Maxy."
