After the pause Greg breaks the silence. “Susan, that was an incredible breakfast…yes…incredible…uhh,” Greg clutched his stretched-out gut and felt the pain.
After those few words the family seemed to disperse and go back to there previous activities, but Greg just sat there. His food was still digesting, he must have eaten at least double of any other person in the family and it has having its effect on him.
As he slowly relaxed - and relaxed his gut - his pajama pants signalled their distress and dug into his waist. If he got any bigger - and he was going to get bigger! - he would need new PJs, and soon. He stretched out once more, then heard a familiar buzzing noise coming from his jacket - it was someone calling him on his Blackberry! Shit, it was well past the time he usually left for work - his 'Crackberry' had turned itself on, and now somebody was was calling him.
He hoisted his bloated girth out of the chair and ambled over to the coat rack. Digging the Blackberry out of the pocket of his jacket, he saw that two 'urgent' new messages, ten routine messages, and that his caller had left a message. It was...
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