Gullet Adventures

My car and I, we found ourselves being swallowed.
The creature’s gullet was a tumult of strange appendages whipping about, and our passage was punctuated by bursts of liquid that noisily covered us. As a particularly long set of intestinal tentacles slapped against the windshield and dragged across the roof, I felt claustrophobia tugging at the edges of my control. Fortunately, the gurgling and slapping about was soon over, and we were then pulled through a rather windy stretch. Possibly gaseous fumes…
Finally, the ordeal was over and we were deposited back out in the sunshine.
“I know you enjoy this and look much better for it,” I said to my car, who glistened happily as it proudly sped me towards home, “but I still get a funny feeling every time we get digested by the ‘Soft-n-Foamy’ carwash.”
“Well, that’s what you get for not cleaning me yourself.” it reminded me. “Besides, I kindof like those tentacle-things…it’s like getting a massage.”
“You’re weird. But you do look nice.”
“Thanks. But I’m not the weird one here…”