Rick's patience does have limits, though, and eventually she pushes herself so far down his throat that he thinks "Nothing ventured, nothing gained", heaves his muzzle up and swallows. He's never eaten anyone quite this big but with the help of gravity she slides neatly into his stomach, at which point she rapidly works out three things:

• Rick isn't a skinny guy in a raccoon suit, he's an actual raccoon man,

• Bobby exists now only as the fat she feels pressing in from all sides, he isn't getting coughed up again and,

• Neither is she.