Mesdames et monsieur, I know what you want.
Cried the young man to the passing pedestrians on the Paris streets.
You want to watch me eat an entire snake, whole.
No.
Oh God, no.
We don't want this.
Here goes.
Later, in hospital, the young man rested, having been prescribed an intense course of laxatives to purge the dark things happening in his intestines and colonization.
The house surgeon, a monsieur Giraud, came by to check on him.
Well, here's what we've found in you.
So far, he said.
A snake, a collection of wine, corks, stones, a basket of apples, both the apples and the actual basket.
And then just beef.
So, so much beef.
I don't understand how you were able to eat all of this without dying.
But the good news is you will make a full recovery.
Oh, thank God, said the man.
But look, I don't have much in the way of what you call money, but if you want, as payment for saving my life, I shall do for you something very special.
I will eat your watch.
Well.