He walked in to find PJ was just as bad as Pete! He was sitting on his bed watching TV, snack food wrappers all over the place. The bed, his desk, the floor... everywhere was covered in a mess of what used to be food. PJ was tipping a bad to his mouth, letting the last of some chips tumble into his mouth. He belched loudly and tossed the bag off to the side.
"Hey Max," he said as he scratched his blubbery side.
"PJ! What the heck happened here?!" Max asked, stunned at what was going on.
"Huh? What do you mean?" PJ asked, oblivious, as he opened a can of soda.
Max walked in a bit more, having to kick away fast food containers and empty wrappers from chocolate bars. The room smelled too... it was stuffy and had the pungent smell of ass, sweat, and food that was hitting Max's nose hard. He fanned the air a bit as PJ chugged back the can, crushed it in his fatty hand, and tossed it. He let out a loud belch and rubbed at his belly with a smile.
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