"Now, where should we go?" Matt asks, and his stomach rumbles. "Buffet or fast food? Burger joint's closer."

You reply, "Let's try filling these guts with burgers! The sooner we can get to the food, the better."

You soon find yourselves waiting in line at the local burger joint. You rub your gut in anticipation as you browse the menu.

The server gives you a hesitant look as you list off your orders, but when the bill comes up her hesitance is gone--no restaurant could refuse a customer who pays that much.

You take your piled-high trays to a nearby table and it begins. Triple burger after triple burger, supersize fry after supersize fry, you slowly but steadily dig through your order. You undo your fly as it gets simply too tight to bear.

You and Matt finally finish. You simultaneously lean back and rub your paunches, groaning in ecstasy. Matt, however, soon notices the time.

"We need to get back in time for dinner!" he says in panic. You'd have to hurry your fat asses back to the house, but you know a feast would be waiting. Then you think. "Or," you begin to say, "we can head to the buffet instead."

You quickly consider both options and decide to...