Autumn stands on stage before a wide audience. It's her first ever performance with the college theater club, and she's very nervous. Despite her nerves, she thoroughly memorized and rehearsed the script, and she manages to deliver her lines fairly well.
Gertundo, a rather fat boar, is on stage with her, playing the only other character in the scene. In this particular scene, Gertundo's character is meant to kill Autumn's with a dagger, for which he has a retractable plastic one on his person. However, Gertundo has other plans.
Autumn positions herself where she's meant to be for the false stabbing, but the gentle poke of a dull blade never arrives. She hears a gravely voice whisper in her ear, "Autumn, they changed the script. Here, I figured they might notta told you."
Gertundo is holding out a small piece of paper with the scene's stage directions on them. In place of a faked stabbing, Gertundo's character is instead to devour Autumn's. Autumn stares at it in stunned silence.
"C'mon now," Gertundo whispers, briefly removing a pill bottle from his pocket to show Autumn, "I had to take anti-acids for this. Hold still." The bottle indeed reads 'Authentic Anti-Acid'.
Not knowing what else to do, Autumn allows herself to be devoured. Gertundo puts his arms around her hips and hoists her head-first into his maw. A confused murmur gradually arises in the watching audience.
GULP ULP SLRK UUUUURRRP
Gertundo belches and pats his belly, reading off his line as usual, "Oh fair Veronica, here does your story end!" He places his hand over the pill bottle in his pocket. It isn't actually an anti-acid, of course; that had merely been the sticker he'd slapped on. In actuality, it's a digestive aid.
GRRRRRMMMBLLLE GRRRRGGGLRLRRGLRG
The boar turns around and drops his pants, "How will the kingdom fair without it's stinking princess?" he intentionally misreads his line, briefly laughing before grunting as Autumn's remains begin to pass though his backside, fully digested in mere seconds. The audience is alive with gasps of shock and screams of digust.
HNG- FBLRLRHBBRLFHGHT GBLLRRBLRT
A mound of shit and bones forms on the floor of the stage as the stagehands close the curtains and the director of the club places his head in his hands. He mentally prepares to make another statement of apology for a crass display in front of a live audience by one of his club's members.
"Freshmen," a stagehand remarks, "so damn gullible."
"You think he's sending the tape of this performance to her family?" another says back.
"Of course he is. He did last year," the first replies.
"And they never stop falling for it..."