This happens almost daily… (Patreon)

I hear him scoffing and belching in the hitchen for prolonged periods of time. Then when it stops, and it gets quiet, I know I’m in trouble. Hes run out of food. But before have a chance to restock during one of his scoffs, he fee fi fo fums my way. Belly ballooned, blowing up out of his XXL shirt. Elastic pants stretched so tight his fat love handles are yearning for freedom. He stares me down menacingly, shows me the empty fridge and says, “BRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP!!!”

And I always respond with “Yes sir! More food coming!

I run out the door as I hear him chuckle, patting his big belly behind me. When he steps up his appetite, I gotta step up my game!