Taking one last deep inhale, Hank proceeded to walk down the narrow halls. In order to calm down the nervous feeling that was burrowing deep inside him, the Belly Busters employee did what worked for him better than any old blue blankie; he rubbed his belly. No matter how terrible the situation was, the circular motion of his hands on his gargantuan gut constantly managed to bring him back to his happy place. It was better than a handful of chocolate chip cookies, especially if the belly rub came after the sugary snack. “God, that would be so good right now, Hank thought to himself. “I could really go for some cookies. Maybe a few slices of pie.”
Hank’s thoughts continued to drift towards the gluttony of sugary treats as he walked down the hall. In his thoughts of quenching the quivering feeling deep within his stomach, Hank did not focus on being careful while walking down the hall. His carelessness made him forget about the situation he had gotten himself into that when he turned the corner, Hank bumped into Rick and his cart of food. The collision of Hank’s gut and Rick’s scrawny body shoved the tiny waiter so hard that Rick and his cart was shoved against the wall. The crash between the cart and wall made the all the food that was being carried to fly towards the two employees of Belly Buster. Seeing a pan of Mac & Cheese and a bowl of pasta salad soaring towards his face, Hank *GULPED*…. and down went John.
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