In two month not a singel ghost had shown up anywhere in town. Danny, who had been practically on watch 24/7 for ghosts was glad to have some off time. Usually he was fighting during his free time and even when he was in the middle of something important. In his "off" time Danny spent his time hanging with his friends, relaxing, and most of all eating.
There was a reason Nastey burger was called that, the orignal owner of the franchise named it after himself, Al Nastey. But that didn't hide the fact that the burgers were served with a thick layer of atery clogging grease that no adult could stomach over their health issues despite their tastocity. So who could possibly pay for these fatty chunks of meat. The answer is obvious, teens with no concern over their weight and that's where Danny was every day since he was on vacation from ghost hunting. He'd always buy his usual, a nastey burger, medium fries, and a drink. As time passed he began ordering two burgers a day then three and four and five and so on. His fries grew to medium large, mega large and then multiplied like the burgers. The drink kept going up in size too before changing to a shake, which was just as fattening as chugging a cup of bacon fat.
His friends started becoming a little concerned too as his shirt was becoming tight and quite dirty as he started inhaling the food practically in one bite, grease dripping on his clothes that he'd lick up later.