"Let's go!" - I tap the terror bird with both of my legs. It runs straight to the bubbles, FML! By using his shoulder feathers as steering controls, I guide it across the land-mine-bubble-field. "Left, right, left, right!" We reach the stomach wall, I get off the bird. I grab the beak of his friend, I break some parts of it to make it lighter and see if my idea will work.

I wear the beak on my left hand as if it were a brass knuckle and hold the hunter's knife on my right hand. Bubbles are approaching us. "Alright, let's do it!" - I punch and stab the stomach wall as hard as I can; he looks at me in confusion. 

"Please, one time! Make it happen!" - I look at him and raise my fist up, the bird looks at the skull, turns behind us, and sees dozens of bubbles floating our way.

"Kroaaaah!!!!" - he raises its chest and screeches at the bubbles. One of them had taken his friend's life; the chant of war was real! He turned to the stomach wall and pecked! Pecked as swiftly as a woodpecker in spring season. As we injured the beast, it started bleeding, and bubbles were sprouting from the wound. While avoiding the growing bubbles, I continued inflicting collateral damage; my friend followed suit. 

We had a rough introduction and a couple of misunderstandings; nevertheless, he was a smart companion and was able to continue his avenging piercing attacks with the same swiftness and avoiding new bubbles that continued expanding.

I analyzed the new bubbles in an attempt to notice a pattern or a clue which could lead us to the right moment. Bubbles are shaped like spheres, and as I noticed the first one that will complete its shape, 

"stop!" - I yelled and put my beak-knuckle between the bird's strike and the bubbles. His explosive strength was tremendous, equivalent to a horse kick! Can you imagine a woodpecker hitting a tree non-stop with the force of a drill? This was the pain the sea creature had to endure for letting the wrong kind of people in. :thug life:

Such power coupled with his sharp beak, would have chopped my arm off under normal circumstances; however, the beak-knuckle I was wearing helped as a shield and was only scratched by the impact. After halting him, he prepared to deliver another blow to the stomach. I grabbed his neck with both hands to slow him down and try to tame him once again. He was able to calm down under my comfort, or was it by force? I can't tell anymore.

The next wave of bubbles is being released into the air, I mount the bird, and we rush to the opposite end of the stomach wall. 

"Turn right, right, left, left!" - I tell him as I pull lightly the feathers on his shoulders to indicate where's the path of least resistance. The new wave of bubbles met the original bubbles; although they were very coordinated while floating, eventually their great number bumped into each other. 

They were so fragile and popped upon contact, splashing green drops on the stomach-floor. The stomach-chamber we were trapped in grew bigger each time drops burned on its flesh. It was a very resilient creature, slowly, it was returning to its previous form. Could this work or would we get exhausted in our attempt and receive the touch of death by the bubbles?

We reached the other end of the stomach wall, I got off, and stabbed the stomach deeply once. This time, as the beak remained nailed in the stomach, I pressed it downward as if it were a shovel and I was digging upon the flesh. I repeated the process and added injury with the knife as well; slashing layers of tissue from the beast. My bird-friend did not lose time and joined the butchering! 

That MOFO could tear off big chunks of meat! He ate one and continued butchering more pieces. He launched some of them back towards the bubbles, with its pure speed and by mere coincidence, some meat pieces hit bubbles; causing them to explode and release gastric acid on the stomach-floor.

The stomach was expanding and degenerating, another wave of bubbles was born from the spot we pierced on the opposite end, and a new wave of bubbles was emerging from the scars we just carved. 

"Okay! Follow me!" - I tell my now loyal friend.