Bob chewed and chewed, gnawing away at the irritating God. If he was familiar with food, Bob would have compared the god to an under-cooked piece of chicken that was as tough as rubber, simply bouncing around in his mouth and refusing to break apart no matter how much he chewed.
However Bob's experience with food was rather limited, and when he did eat it he did not do so through the process of chewing, so really this was a novel experience for him and he wasn't entirely sure if he was doing it right.
Unfortunately, like many first experiences, it was incredibly short and somewhat disappointing as it didn't feel as good as he expected.
The cheeks of the giant Bob face began to swell. The chewing stopped, replaced with an expression of discomfort as his cheeks continued to bulge and swell from within. His lips were pursed, trying desperately to keep everything inside, but there was nothing he could do against the swelling mass of water.
