"Hey! What do I have to do to get some food around here!" Justin yelled at his crew.
One younger male assistant called Ryan nervously asked "What would you like Mr Beiber?"
"I don't give a shit! I just want it before my show! God fuck you're all useless! Justin snapped and stormed off to sit in a corner. His ass wobbled as he stormed over and gut pushed out in to a thick roll when he sat. "What are you waiting for GET MY FOOD!"
Ryan the assistant skirted off and began making phone calls to all the nearest fast food places. He didn't want to get in trouble so he ordered the biggest meal from each place. Within the next few minutes a small army of fast food drivers appeared with all of the food.
Ryan paid the delivery people and carried all the bags and boxes over to Justin who was still sat in the corner like a grumpy overweight toddler.
"Finally!" Justin said as Ryan put down everything on the nearest table. There was food from just about every take-away you could imagine. there was only about 10 minutes before the show but the pop star didn't give a shit now there was fast food to binge. His belly growled again at the sight of all the greasy, fattening food.
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