Greg looked round, and saw a little man, dressed in a Disney Dwarf costume. Surely this wasn't the Fine Eating representative?
"Erm... hello?" said Greg, "I'm told I'm to meet a representative from Fine Eating."
"That's me" squeaked the dwarf. "You can call me Doc Happy. Sorry about the costume. Fine Eating has recently gained sponsorship from Disney and all us reps have to wear relevant clothes. You should count yourself lucky that I don't have to dress as Daisy Duck. Anyway, I hear that you are the man to test all the food for a new promotion."
Greg could feel his saliva glands begin to moisten. He was already more portly than he should really be, if he wanted to reach ninety or so. But, he liked the fuller figure. It made him more manly somehow. Certainly more solid.
"Well, I like a challenge, and you might not guess it, but I'm a big eater. So, what are you promoting? Donuts? Cake?"
The dwarf had a glint in his eye, when he replied, "Oh, its nothing like that. What you are required to eat is..."
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