The General's Dinner: Fantasy

A resonant belch rattled the tent of the general, and all his subalterns flinched. They imagined they could smell Short Charlie's cologne. It was just their imaginations, of course--the general had made sure that Short Charlie was scrubbed thoroughly before he ate him raw. Short Charlie might have tried to swallow something to poison the general--others had tried, when they realized their fate--but you never knew whether you'd die before you were eaten, and Short Charlie had probably hoped that he would get a last-minute reprieve. He'd only messed things up a little, nothing--

Inspiration: "headquarters" and, er, that soda I was drinking....
Story Potential: High.
Notes: This could be quite enjoyably funny/twisted.