“More cake! Need more cake!” You yell like a beast the chef nodding ad he goes over to the counter.
“Give me all the fat fudge cake you have and don’t stop making it.” You demand pointing to your ripped pants. “Put it on my card.” You say there being no way your body is going to be able to reach it as the chef comes out with a full cake.
You quickly grab chunks of the cake getting bigger and bigger each bite but it is different this time. It is only focusing on one area.
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