Timon and Pumbaa called out for Simba multiple times while walking across the river along the current. Though they were worried, experience with the former prince told them that he was in over his head but nothing they hadn't handled before. Like always, they'd find their teenage troublemaker and fish them out of a sticky situation. It was annoying by this point if anything.
The sight of a python slithering off with a considerable bulge in their belly did unnerve them when the long snake slithered with the current past them. They were too deep to fully make out but Timon and Pumbaa merely gulped before inching away from the water. They did have some sympathy for the poor schmuck that was living out their final moments in the belly of the beast.
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"HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!!!!"
Joka's gut muffled Simba's looping sobs but it was borderline muted by the water. However, the purple python felt the lion boy's tightly packed into his stomach and how his prey's cries vibrated against his innards. Joka smirked back to delight in his dinner's despair, glad to have refined his constriction.
He was particularly enjoying how one could make out Simba's expression of desperate bargaining with his maw widening to call for help that was never going to come. How a "mighty lion" of the Pride Lands was bawling and throwing a tantrum like a baby after being swallowed like common prey. Unable to accept that their time had come.
But that was the cold truth they often denied themselves: any predator could be prey for another predator. The
Joka decided to zig and zag along the current to make Simba's final moments alive humiliating as possible, making him bend all about. Sure enough, he would be far from Timon and Pumbaa who had always saved the lion boy's tail to his annoyance. He'd curl up in the warm sun and feel Simba slowly digest, melting bit by bit in his stomach acid.
