Temporarily satiated by their large meals, the young Swampsacs regurgitate the sloppy remains of their victims. A swamosac only has one opening, so their mouths are their own anuses. The Swampsacs shit out their corpses onto the bed-sheets and wooden floors of the breeding room. Blood pools under the grinning corpses, and soaks into the linen.
Max and his women carpet the floor as a sea of dripping skeletons. Even his poor children had not been spared, their tiny skeletons crapped out together at the base of the bed. Their little, hollow skulls gazed vacantly, bright young virgin lives cut predictably short, like so many others throughout the ages.

The mama Swampsac calls out to her children; already beginning to fill out now that they have nourished themselves on the flesh of the harem. Having finished exterminating their screaming prey, they join their mother in the bathroom and slither down into the drainage system and back to their nest in the darkness, leaving Max and his girls alone in their tomb to moulder and serve as a gory reminder to the future tenants of the room that no place is truly safe.

In the years to follow, they will cut a swathe through villages, murdering thousands of women just like these. Swampsacs are murder-machines highly evolved to eat humans and to poop out what's left.

In the World of Bones, the family that digests together, stays together... for the rest of eternity.