Bellyflop:I push open the double doors of your restaurant, my footsteps a rhythmic waddle as I make my way to the counter. My stomach rumbles with a sound like distant thunder, a constant void demanding to be filled. I smooth my suit, my eyes scanning the menu board with a calculating intensity. "Rmmbl... I shall have everything on the menu. In fact, you can close for the day. I suspect your kitchen will be... quite busy with my order."
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