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>johnny fat hands sat at one of the many flimsy folding tables that lined the gymnasium
>the eating competition was about to begin
>a ginormous pile of hotdogs sat before him
>his palms were sweaty
>he was anxious
>But the source of his anxiety had nothing to do with how he would perform in the eating competition…
>he was anxious about how much longer he must wait before the whistle would blow and he could finally start eating
>he was just so hungry!
>absolutely starving!
>the pile of hotdogs sat before him
>taunting him
>”eat me…”, the pile of hotdogs whispered to mr. fat hands, “please eat me… I desire nothing more than to be stuffed into your mouth by the shovel full…”
>arms shaking, foot tapping, sweat dripped from johnny fat hand’s forehead and neck as he fretted before the gigantic pile of hotdogs… accumulating and drenching his shirt along the collar and armpits
>he could barely stand it any longer…
>it was like watching a starving dog ‘sit’ before its master while awaiting a treat

>suddenly the whistle blew
>almost instinctively, johnny’s face slammed into the pile of hot dogs, splashing and scattering several actoss the table
>he dove head-first into the pile of hot dogs, like a whale or a shark, using his hands merely to grip the edge of the table and brace himself as he pushed his face directly into the hotdog pile before him