Unstable?

"What happened to you?" you ask the bloated canine. "Since when did you eat the three little pigs?"

Fred lets out a loud belch, then sighs, "It's not my fault. It's Raffles."

"How is being overweight his fault?", you inquire skeptically, half expecting this to be some convoluted form of denial.

"The formula he used is unstable", Fred explains. "It has certain ... side effects."

"What type of side effects?", you ask ... but just as the words leave your muzzle, you feel a gurgle form deep within your belly, and a strong hunger burns your throat.

Oblivious, Fred continues. "The formula affects our bodies, and makes us burn up nutrients faster than normal. That means we have to eat more, naturally. Problem is", he adds with a grumble, "the stuff the formula uses up only shows up in small amounts. Once we finally eat enough to 'top the tank', the excess ..." he wobbles his sizeable belly for emphasis, "goes here."

Only half listening, you quickly pick up the phone, and dial Tonie's Pizza delivery. "Hello? I'd like to order 74 extra large pizzas, all the toppings and extra cheese." You give your address and quickly hang up. When you turn around, Fred has his face in his hands. "And so it starts ...", he groans with a shake of his head.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

Later that evening . . .

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