Waking up to the first day in what would hopefully be a successful break from chasing the man of her dreams, Amy went about her normal morning routine. Watering her household plants, having a shower, brushing her quills and changing into her favorite red dress and boots, and finally, a light breakfast of grapefruit and water and a slice of plain bread slightly toasted. Her favorite way to start the day.
Or at least she'd been telling herself that for who knows how many years. Chasing Sonic was hard work; if no less then 3 different hedgehogs, an overweight scientist with his own empire, the same overweight scientist's from an alternate dimension, the G.U.N. and various god-like creatures couldn't keep up with him, what hope did she have? A good diet, that's what. With hardly any extra weight to hold back the hedgehog down she found herself running into him more often then not, and surely depriving herself of the majority food the world had on offer was worth the reward of getting to talk to Sonic for 2 minutes every couple months, right?
Yet whether she had contemplated this or not is irrelevant; as she in fact didn't have anything that morning; her fridge and pantry was completely empty, nary a crumb was left; mostly because she hardly stocked in anything in the first place. Not that much of a problem. Until she realized that she lived miles away from a supermarket, and skipping the day's most important meal on her first day of 'Sonic Rehab' would surely put her metabolism out of whack, not to mention her sense of relaxation. Panicking despite possibly exaggerating the situation, she quickly pulled out a dusty old phone book and frantically eyed through dozens of numbers, trying to make out if there was any delivery restaurant that specialized in grapefruit for people on strict diets. Coming to her wits end as her stomach started to gurgle, she phoned the first number that was associated with breakfast, quickly blurting everything out in one breath before hanging up.
"HII'MAMYROSEANDIREALLYNEEDAMEALCANYOUGIVEMEYOURMOSTHEALTHYBREAKFAST MEALANDQUICKLYI'MONADIETYOUSEEI'MATAPARTMENT16ROOM3ONGREENGROOVESTOKTHAN KSBYE!"
She sighed in relief, turning on the television and plonking herself down on her couch as she wondered whether she'd be lucky enough to get two whole grapefruits from where she'd ordered her breakfast. She froze when she realized one small detail she hadn't bothered to check; the name of the restaurant she'd phoned. And then relaxed, figuring that in today's day and age, even the dodgiest of fast-food establishments had some sort of 'healthy' alternative. Not that she'd know, mind you, and when she finally opened the door to her delivery, she froze again, this time not unfreezing until the team of delivery men had finished unloading what looked like several towering piles of some of the most unbelievably greasy food Amy had ever seen. Everything was so deep-fried even the bowels seemed like an over-zealous and underpaid chef had assumed whoever was on the receiving end wouldn't tell the difference. That's not even starting on the water-tank sized bottle of cola, a tap on the side added for convenient access, or the dozens of onion rings, incidentally just as large as the one's Amy normally wound up collecting here and there.
After clicking his fingers in front of her, the leader of the team got Amy's attention. Most of it anyway."Let'see her miss... 15 Skyscraper Burgers, smothered in a thick layer of fat with whipped cream on top, 25 bowels of Spinning Onion Rings, 3 Wedding Cakes with BBQ and Bacon filling, a Bubblegum and Peanut Butter Iceberg-sized Frosted Shake, 100L Cola from our own brewery... Yep, all of it seems in order! We'll check back in a week to see if you've met the requirements ma'am-"
"WAIT- Wait, sorry. Eh, I think you have the wrong apartment."
"That'd be a first miss; Bob here has mighty fine hearing when it comes to taking calls. This is Room 3, of Apartment 16, of Green Grove St, Central City, is it not?"
Amy's heart nearly missed a beat as it started to dawn on her where this was heading. "Eh... Yes, but-" "Well, we here at Scales Buster's Breakfast," Amy's hear DID miss a beat here once she finally heard the mystery joint's name. She was right about it having 'Breakfast' in it's name, yet that didn't change the fact that it was apparent that this 3rd-rate company's idea of what the 'healthiest meal on a menu' would clog an entire army's arteries in a hear beat. "Have to go through a lot of effort preparing the meals for those who want to take the 'Un-healthiest Meal Challenge', and from I hear you were mighty eager over the phone to sign up into our little promotion."
"... 'Un-healthiest Meal Challenge'? You've got to be kidding... Ugh, look... Would it be a hassle to just... Take everything back? My entire apartment's filled with outrageously-themed junk food and it kind of mucks up the color-scheme I had laid out-" "Well... I guess we can! Though it's not like we'll find another participant right away... This contest has been a bit unpopular for us. Though I guess if you're not satisfied, we'll take everything back. That'll be 50." "*Phew* No really, it's okay- ... 50? 50 what? 50 bucks?! I'm not getting refunded!?! But this isn't what I ordered! ... Okay, it was technically, but it's not what I meant when I ordered!" The main delivery man chuckled. "Oh my no, not 50 bucks; 50 grand! This stuff isn't cheap to make and to throw it out for nothing..." Amy quickly went from freaking out to getting angry. "So!? What do you expect me to do! Heck, I'm BROKE! Screw this bunch of crummy food-" "It's actually pretty tasty once you get past the first couple mouthfuls~" a younger delivery boy piped in "-Shut up, I don't care!" Again the delivery man chuckled, though perhaps a bit more cautiously then before due to Amy's extreme temperament. And her Piko Piko hammer she was starting to hold. That too.
"Look ma'am, we said at the begining this is a promotion; you don't pay for it if you keep it- assuming you eat it all within the week of course. You win our grand mystery prize, plus don't have to pay a cent for this excellent gourmet meal, thank you very much. If you lose, which means you didn't finish everything, you have to pay for what you didn't finish. But you get the benefit having eaten everything before it! Or you can just redo the competition, but that leaves you with more to eat... Personally you seem kinda shrimp-ish but with a loud mouth like that you could prove me wrong-"
Amy dropped the hammer and started to sulk. "Ugh... I'm really cornered in this stupid thing, aren't I? All these burgers, rings, the weird bacon cake thing... " "Oh, we forgot the Chili Dogs... Thought this seemed a bit too small. Bob! Bring in those crates!" Within a few more moments, Amy's apartment was also filled with what seemed like several hundred foot long hot dogs smothered in chili, topped with cheese, smothered in more chili... Actually everyone it went just as high as it was long in toppings... "Ugh... Just go... Man, I'm going to be a blimp by Wednesday."
After they left Amy viewed the site around her, not knowing whether to cry or yell. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it; except eat. It wasn't until she heard a large gurgle emit from her flat stomach and, looking down at it, realized she was still hungry from not having breakfast. "May as well try one of those onion rings..." Grabbing a ring with her glove, already feeling the grease dampen her gloves as she clenched around the thick exterior, she took a bite. Savoring it in her mouth, she suddenly realized this was the first time she'd had any junk food in a long time. Maybe even the first time. By the time she'd thought of this she'd already finished the first ring and was chomping on another. By the time she realized she actually kind of dug the taste of the onion rings at least, she was head down devouring everything in a hunger-fueled eating rampage in the first of many, many bowels she was expected to chow down within a weeks time.
Maybe this situation wasn't so bad after all.
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