You hold the struggling human with your vine, preventing his escape.
He moans softly in fear as you pull him closer to you. You laugh
softly and open your leafy jaws wide. With one final effort, the human
almost breaks free. You tip him over into your mouth and swallow his
struggling form, feeling a tickling sensation as he struggles down
your stalk. You sigh in pleasure and bask in the sun for the length of
the afternoon as you finish digesting your meal. You then excrete what
is left under the ground, getting fertilizer out of it as
well.