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Shopping... Food what more can i say, My first rp!!!!
| Raduk Jei |
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PACHIJAL!

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Jake, the homosexual four-hundred-pound man, lumbered laboriously through the mall's food court. As he passed tables, he grabbed all sorts of fast food- fries, pizza crusts, even a sushi chunk or two. The brown stubble on his face itched, but his breasts were too large to reach all the way to his face. That's why he ate off his chest. He would place the food there, then try and suck it up. Well... maybe he was just too lazy to scratch his chin and cheeks.
He was still hungry, an overwhelming pain others wouldn't even have noticed, it sat in his stomach. Then he saw it. The ice cream shop.
"FOOD! ICE CREAAAAAAAM!" He ran as fast as he could... well... stomped, as fast as he could... which was slower than a baby's first crawl, toward the shop. The tables around him in the food court shook, as if an earthquake had hit the mall, knocking over coffees and milkshakes.
He finally reached the store, huffing and puffing, his chest rising and falling within centimeters of the before state, sweat already beading down his forehead. Large circles of dark grey stained his light grey shirt around the armpits and neck, a disgusting odor coming from his arms. He didn't have time to wait at the counter, no, he could feel his blood sugar dropping off the charts every second. He turned, then saw it.
Two woman sat at a table, one with a grossly large amount of shopping bags, and the other sitting and talking with her.
But that wasn't the important part-- they had ice cream. He lumbered towards them, the whole shop shaking as hundreds of pounds of fat and bone crossed the tiled floor.
He reached their table, and between puffs shouted
"I WANT YOU ICE CREAM! GIVE IT TO ME!" He grabbed their ice creams, shoving it all over his face, only about half of it reaching his mouth. "GRAGH GRAGH GRAGH... GLUSH FORMPHD GLOOSH. GRAGH." Was all that escaped his mouth as he pounded down the calories-- something that he did not need.
When he was done, he layed down on the table in pain
"Urgh... my tummy hurts. Momma, gimme some food to make it better..."
He writhed on the table, suddenly talking like a child. Then the steel legs of the table gave way, the whole table crunching loudly as he still rolled around with the agonizing tummy ache.
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