- "Please, miss Steele, don't do this! They-they offered me a lot of money! I needed it to-"
- "I do not want to know, Johnson. You have just been demoted to "food", and this is final."
- "No! No! Oh, God, no! Please! I can make it up to you! I can make it up to the company! I-"
- "Johnson, the only way you can redeem yourself now is by keeping quiet, letting me do my work, and providing me with the nutrients my body needs."
- No! No!! NOOOOOOO-"

The ex-employee's scream echoed inside his former boss' neck as she sent him down in a single, mighty gulp, and became muffled as the hole at the base of her cybernetic throat locked shut to prevent any attempt to climb back out.

- "Ahhh... Do not worry, Johnson. My digestive tract has been augmented in such a way that it can utterly destroy even the most heavily-augmented cyborgs. And since your body is entirely organic, well... When my stomach gets to work, you'll be dead before you even know it!"