Aaron was indeed familiar with the traitors in the organization. Scoundrels who loved to impregnate the fatties, making them even hungrier just so they'd get fatter faster, helping them escape notice until the knocked up gluttons had consumed several universes, becoming properly juicy enough to be truly satisfying when eaten.
Yes, he knew them well.
He was one of them.
And he used his position within the ranks of the World-Eater Eaters to find gluttons on the verge of becoming world-eaters and give them that last little... push.
Even now, he was looking through the database on his private computer, hacked into via his allies. He licked his lips, looking at all the fat, beautiful women out there, all on the verge of becoming cannibalistically carnivorous, and then apocalyptically omnivorous.
His eyes finally settled on one, a grin coming to his face as he admired her many rolls of fat...
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