See, I have an arrangement with Rainier Jaguar in which I get to live in the macro kid's mouth mostly rent-free. I pay my way by offering to help out with cleaning his teeth after every meal, and keeping his tongue scrubbed clean, which keeps his breath from getting bad. In return I get a safe, warm, pleasantly wet and lively little room to call my home, and a giant, soft tongue for a bed.
He does like to toy with me in there a lot though, and as you can see here, I just got a good smacking in the face by his spit-covered uvula.
His mouth makes a great place to sleep, though often he accidentally swallows me during the night, but thanks to my anti-digestive properties, I fare just fine in his digestive tract. I have to say, drifting to sleep in his belly with the loud, rhythmic thumping of his heart directly above, followed by eventually draining into his intestines for a slow, massaging ride throughout the night in the sleeping bag-like tunnels makes for waking up very well rested (if somewhat covered in all sorts of remnants of last night's dinner).
I always get a nice cleaning from the nice Genet who babysits him after. Very well sanitized so I can go right back into Rainy's mouth for another adventure-filled day!