All day, I've been glutting myself on the food that you've been bringing me, but it’s still not enough. You’ve spent hundreds on delivery and loaded me up with burgers, fries, and fried chicken, but my belly only growls louder. I see the panic in your eyes when I demand more—the cakes, cookies, and tubs of ice cream you rush to get me barely making a dent in this bottomless hunger. When you finally run out of food and money to buy more, you're the only thing left to sate my endless hunger, and with a wicked grin, I devour you, my appetite knowing no limits.
