Leo's story

The Lion struggles and wriggles, trying to gain enough ground to roll over, but the unaccustomed weight of his belly allows him only to jiggle his immense figure like a gelatine mold. Finally, he calms down and pants, "Fine mess you've gotten us into." "ME!?", you snap. "You're the one who fattened me up for the kill! You made the pills! It's your fault!"

The two of you lie there arguing for some time, seeing as how neither of you has the strength to lift your body's great bulk off the ground. After the first two hours, you run out of insults to throw at him, and he likewise. After a long silence, you finally decide to say something. "So... how long 'til someone comes for us?" "Not for a long time", he answers. "Everyone is too afraid of me to disturb me when I'm eating." "So, why eat me? Your obviously wealthy, you could afford to eat like anyone else." "Not me", he fumes. "I have a genetic condition." "What kind of genetic condition?" "My body requires high amounts of complicated proteins and fats to fuel it." "Meaning?" "I basically need certain types of proteins that exist in a living body", he shrugs, setting off a wave motion study in his glutted mass. "Once the meat is dead, it quickly decomposes and becomes useless. Thus the live meal." "And the fattening up?" "To make an excess of the necessary proteins." "So what happens if you don't get those proteins?" The lion tracks a finger across what is left of his neck, making the traditional sound. That sucks, you think. "You realize that when they do come, I will eat you", the lion says. "Nothing personal really."

"You won't mind if I do all I can to prevent that, then", you retort. "No, by all means" he says. You quickly look about for some way, ANY way, to get away...

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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