Late Wednesday afternoon finds Radar working his temporary job at the famous Papa's Burgeria, employed by Papa Louie himself! The bat has been here for about a month now to earn some extra money, and he's quite proud of how well he's able to serve his customers. Today in particular has been well – He's been given perfect scores for all of his orders so far, and he's ready to finish the night with his first ever perfect day.

The doorbell dings just before closing, catching Radar's attention, and his expression lowers when he sees who's walking in. As soon as he sees Quinn, he lets out a sigh, knowing just how picky she is; she's complained about something or another every time she's visited, and he wonders if it's just a ploy so she can justify leaving him poor tips with her orders. But he steels himself, stepping to the counter, determined to finally impress her.

"Welcome to Papa's Burgeria, Quinn. What can I get for you?"

The maroon-haired woman, wearing a purple blazer and matching skirt over a white blouse and black pants, and a pocketwatch pinned to her left lapel, looks past her glasses at the six-foot-seven bat. In a no-nonsense tone of voice, she answers "Bottom bun, mayo, medium-done patty, Swiss cheese, mushrooms, onion, lettuce, onion, top bun."

Radar writes down her order on a ticket, then nods. "That'll be right out."

Stepping back to the grill, he places a patty on the hot surface, then lays down a bottom bun and squeezes a blob of mayonnaise onto it. Then he heads back to the grill, watching the burger intently as it cooks.

The moment this side is cooked exactly as it should be, he flips it over, grilling the top half now. He watches it like a hawk, barely blinking as he makes absolutely certain the meat gets cooked perfectly evenly.

As soon as it's ready, he takes it off the grill and places it on the burger, before adding the rest of Quinn's toppings in the order she requested them, making sure everything is placed as close to centered as he can.

Once it's done, he attaches her ticket to the order and brings it to her. "Enjoy," he says with a forced smile, trying not to let his disdain show too much.

"Hmph," responds Quinn, leaning close to inspect her food.

Three seconds pass in dead silence. To Radar, it feels like an eternity as he awaits his score.

Finally, the woman speaks. "Well, you were quite punctual with taking my order and delivering my food, so I'll give you a 100% for the order score."

Radar nods but doesn't speak.

Quinn continues. "And you grilled the meat exactly as requested, and perfectly evenly at that, so I'll give you a 100% for the grill score."

A faint smile grows on Radar's muzzle, and he holds his breath for the last part.

"Finally, the presentation of my food was immaculate. Everything is evenly placed. I'll give your build score a 100% as-"

"Yes!"

Radar cheers, barely able to contain himself. He's finally done it – He's achieved perfect scores on all three criteria!

Quinn raises an eyebrow at his behavior before finishing with "So for my overall score, I'll give you… 99%."

The bat freezes dead at this. His blood-red eyes look down at the woman, his expression falling.

"The hell? What do you mean, 99%?"

Quinn nods. "That's my final grade for you."

Radar's eyes narrow. His excitement rapidly shifts to confusion. "But all my other scores were perfect! You even said it was prompt, grilled perfectly, and presented immaculately!"

"That I did, and I stand by it."

"So what in the devil do you claim one percent off the final score for?"

The woman looks up at the seething bat and calmly responds "There's always room for improvement."

Radar goes silent at this, twitching in rage. His perfect day, ruined, because of some idiotic principles.

Finally, he snaps, shouting at her. "Listen to me, you stupid bitch; you're gonna screw me over on my perfect day because you just had to push your superiority complex on me?"

He growls, going on to point out "You didn't even eat the fucking burger! You just stared at it! That should have been the finest goddamned thing that's ever been shoved down your throat!"

Radar huffs to catch his breath before he points at the door. "Why don't you just take your food and fuck off?"

Quinn stays silent for a few seconds, glaring back at the bat with a disapproving expression, before she takes off her glasses to wipe them clean, muttering "Be glad there isn't a score for service, because I would dock you points for your outburst."

WHAM!

Radar slams his fist on the table, cracking it in half as he screams "That's it!"

He lunges forward, grabbing the woman by her sides and lifting her into the air in front of him.

"What the-"

The bat lets a dry smirk curl his lips. "How about I give you a score now?"

Quinn squirms, struggling in his grip. "Put me down, right now!"

A chuckle escapes him as he responds "As you wish!"

Radar opens his mouth widely in front of the woman in his grip, treating her to the sight of his blood-red maw behind his sharp bat fangs. His long tongue ripples eagerly, the muscle leading back to his fleshy uvula and his rippling throat; it's clear that the bat is ready for some food himself after serving others all day!

He swallows the drool pooling in his mouth before shoving Quinn forward, jamming her entire head into his maw all at once. His tongue strokes against her face, tasting her flavors while lubricating her for the journey ahead.

The woman screams, struggling firmly but ineffectively. "Radar! Stop it!"

"Mmm… Nuh-uh," he responds, before pushing her deeper while taking a swallow. Quinn slides face-first into the bat's gullet as a loud Glllp sounds out, and his neck bulges as her head pushes into his esophagus.

Quinn tries to take a swing at the predatory bat, and she manages to land a punch to his face. But Radar doesn't even flinch – And going by her yelp of pain, she may as well have tried punching a brick wall! He adjusts his grip to pin her arms to her sides, preventing her from flailing them anymore, before he swallows deeply again to push her shoulders into his throat.

The bat works effectively, gulping powerfully to work the woman deeper into his body at a steady pace. Bit by bit, she disappears past his jaws and descends into his esophagus, sinking further and further along toward his waiting stomach. Her chest, then her midsection, disappear into him as he continues swallowing her down.

As her waist enters the bat's mouth, Quinn's descent pauses as her face presses against a tight ring of muscle. It soon gives way, though, and she drops a few inches at once, landing face-first in the shallow pool of fluids within his stomach!

"Radar, this isn't funny! Let me out!"

Her plea goes unanswered as he chuckles quietly while gulping, pushing her deeper and deeper and forcing her to curl up within the fleshy digestive organ.

Radar slurps down her legs, taking a quick moment to pull her shoes off of her feet, before he takes one last Glllck! The last of Quinn slides down his gullet and into his belly, the cardia squishing shut behind her once she's entirely trapped within his stomach.

"Hoo… Hahh… So full…"

The bat chuckles, patting his bulging gut proudly, watching it wobble as Quinn continues to struggle. He sits down at the broken table, rubbing his belly happily.

"Quinn, can you hear me?"

Faintly, he hears a muffled voice from his stomach. "Radar! Get me out of here!"

"Sure thing!"

"Now!"

"Nah – Give it a few hours, then I'll let out what's left of you."

As she struggles harder at this, Radar giggles quietly. He reckons she's in the fetal position and stuck mostly upside-down, barely able to fight the powerful stomach. His toned abdominal muscles effectively counter her movements, keeping her firmly in place despite her attempts to escape or even shift around at all.

"I think I'd have to give your presentation a 65%, and your attitude a solid 2%."

He chuckles, patting his belly. "But as for taste, I'd give you a 90%. Wear tastier clothing next time, and I'll bump the score up."

"Mhhf! Radar!"

The bat snickers. "You know, food isn't supposed to talk. But I don't reckon that'll be a problem for long…"

Sure enough, his belly gurgles, beginning to knead and shift powerfully as the fluids inside start to rise. Quinn's struggles intensify, but so do the squeezes of Radar's stomach, ensuring she doesn't go anywhere until she digests. She tries to shout, but her words are too muffled for even Radar to make out – Not that he's paying her much mind right now anyway.

The bat feels his belly starting to soften as his prey's movements finally weaken, both from fatigue and from digestion. He pats his tummy, before letting out a deep and loud Boouurrp! that rattles the restaurant's windows.

Chuckling, he rubs the bulging gut as it gradually shrinks, Quinn's movements falling still after another minute or so. Slowly, his midsection rounds out and contracts back toward its normal size, save for a nice layer of padding on his abs.

"Damn… Eh, tomorrow was gym day anyway."

Radar stands with a stretch, grinning widely as he heads back to the kitchen to shut everything down.

But his attention is caught when he spots someone at his counter, looking horrified at him.

The bat, though, offers them a smile as he steps back to the counter. "Oh, sorry, I forgot to close up shop. Can I get you something, Taylor?"

The dark-haired man blinks upon being addressed, straightening his blue and green overshirt before clearing his throat. "Uh… Yeah… I, uh…"

Radar pauses as he suddenly doubles over, heaving as his belly contracts. He retches before coughing up a slimy purple blazer and skirt, then a white blouse and black pants. He groans softly, before heaving again as he spits out a pair of glasses and a pocketwatch, stopped at ten minutes ago.

"Hahh… Sorry about that… What were you saying?"

Taylor cringes at the sight, stammering "N-Nevermind, I've lost my appetite…" as he quickly leaves the restaurant.

The bat shrugs, muttering to himself. "Huh… Wonder what got into him…"