"Mmmm.. Oh damn you all make such a great substitute! Maybe you guys are good friends, nah thats too much. I'd say you were all 5 star meals! I can't wait to eat more people and add it all to my rump with all of you!"
"Ugh, the squirming and crying was so hot at first. But now all of you pieces of meat are starting to wear down amd cry like the weaklings you are. It's getting in my nerves and this world doesn't need crybabies like you. Better off as bones if you ask me."
I imagine that every time you belch, that is the souls of your victims trying to escape the depths of your expansive gut. Every time you feel that pressure build in your stomach and the long low deep rumbles eminent from your quivering belly, think of poor souls trapped within you.