Chapter 11 – Old Betty
"Time for another nap," Kyle said as he lay on his back.
Right now, Kyle was in a small dugout he had made in the turtle's thick neck.
He had no idea how long he had been eating.
He just knew that he ate, slept, ate, slept, ate some more, and slept some more.
When Kyle had started eating properly, he realized with astonishment that he could eat without end.
He wasn't hungry anymore, but he felt a bit peckish.
It was like all of the times he sat in front of his desk, working on his shady business and just snacking.
Kyle had already made several gigantic holes in the corpse with his drill.
He must have already eaten several cubic meters of pure turtle meat.
And he loved every single bite of it.
The meat just didn't seem to get old at all!