He was slowly coming to his senses.
Nothing was coherent. He knew he's been missing, but even focused he had no idea whether it was ten minutes, ten hours, or ten days. His brain tissue was busy reconstituting itself from the smelly, green goo and coherent thoughts weren't his best shot.
His flesh was gooey, yet returning to solid shape with every passing minute. Strands of hair were present under the cap of slime, clothes returned with some ragged damage, and his feet, still squishy and stretchy, were as smooth as pedicured.
A thunderous BEEEEELCH roared from the small creature that ate him before...