You lean back on the personalized beanbag, fuzzy rear sinking into the plush red seat. With a yawn of boredom, you toss your game controller aside as you look down in annoyance at your belly. Life as a rockstar had put some extra weight on your tiny chipmunk frame and a low grumble from your gut indicated it needed more.
"Damn I'm hungry" you mutter as you absentmindedly rub your stomach. After a second of thought, you decide enough is enough. You're a star, a treasure and you need to be satisfied. The only question is what will be your meal?
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