Trial by Diet

You roll out of bed in the morning, stomach growling from it's lack of pizza and midnight snacks. It's even more disappointed at the lack of pizza breakfast. You peal a banana, but its not enough, but you attempt to stride through it. You need to loose weight, don't think of pizza. Don't think of delicious pizza. Don't think about pepperoni... no, no, don't think about you know what.

It's harder then you think, even harder when you arrive at work and are force to serve one slice after another to customers, practically drooling over each slice. The lion eyes you, "Don't get any ideas," he warns you, "You're almost the size of an elephant."

"Hey!" says an elephant as he takes a slice, "I'm nowhere near that size!" he says indignantly, tromping over to a corner and sitting down in a booth, one you couldn't hope to fit in.

"Sorry sir," says the Lion, "What I mean is, you can't afford to start chowing down on the profit." You grumble, or maybe it was your stomach, but grit your teeth and bare it, waiting out the day when you can finally get off and attempt to go jogging. But at this point your so hungry it hurts, your lunch was meager, your dying for a pizza. Diets suck big time, but grudgingly you waddle along, all the time wishing you were chowing down on something with all the toppings...

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