Chapter #4that other resturant, it looks like it has good... by: jeff   Each restaurant looked delicious. Ratchets head swiveled as he looked in the windows of each of the bistros. Clank began to notice the blank stare on his face and the drool beginning to trickle out of his mouth. “Ahem, Ratchet I’m heading over to jiffy lube, I have a coupon for a complementary oil change. I will see you when I’m done and…try to control yourself.”
“yeah uhuh, jiffy lube got it.” Clank stared blankly at Ratchet and shook his head, and headed off in the opposite direction. Ratchet had made his decision, he was up for the challenge and began to walk towards the buffet. But as he went into his pocket to grab his wallet his hand found nothing. He stopped dead in his tracks. His ears drooped and a wave of sadness washed over his face. He frantically felt around in his pockets and came up with 10.43$ in coins and small bills, but no wallet. Not enough for the buffet or to get anything substantial at the diner. He almost walked over to jiffy lube to ask Clank if he had any money on him when he remembered the third concession. He did a 180 and saw the shady looking place, he contemplated on weather or not he should eat there but the idea of missing another meal or having to ask Clank was not an option. He headed towards the restaurant and walked through the unusually wide entrance. The door chimed as he walked in as he was met with the odor of grease, grease and more grease. Again, the hunger was too much so he settled down at the counter. The stools were hard and seemed to have been covered in some sort of drink leaving them rather sticky. Ratchet chuckled to himself on the disgustingness of the ‘new’ restaurant until he was met with his sever. Ratchet was taken aback and almost fell off the stool. The waiter was, nicely put, hideous. He stared at ratchet with what Ratchet presumed to be his working eye and grunted, “wuthca havn’?”
Ratchet sat in awe at the most revolting…thing, he’d ever laid eyes on. “Uh,Uh, I’ll have a cheeseburger and a soda…please?” The man (ratchet hoped) nodded and walked into the kitchen and returned quickly with his burger and drink. Ratchet was shocked at the rapid service and then saw his food. The burger might have been the largest burger he’d ever seen. It was closer to a pizza pie than a hamburger and had ratchet swearing that it was the size of his face. However it wasn’t just the sheer size of the piece of meat but the amount of artery clogging grease that oozed out from between the buns. He assumed that he could power his car on the stuff for weeks. He picked it up and stared at it. It was not appetizing. His stomach gurgled again and Ratchet began to question if this food was worth it. The bartender interrupted his thought process abruptly with his gruff voice “There a problem?” Ratchet in fear of getting the bartender angry or any closer to him quickly replied, “No, No, no problem at all… umm sir.” and immediately took a bite of the behemoth burger.
Expecting the burger to taste more similar to sewage than a burger he was pleasantly surprised, in fact, the burger was pretty good. Ratchet took another bite and another, soon, he was munching away at the huge burger. Although on a scale of 1-10 the burgers greasiness more closely resembled a 17 Ratchet continued to enjoy thick burger anyway. As he progressed his one ravenous pace slowed as he finished just over half the burger. His chewing and swallowing became extremely heavy due to himself feeling fuller and fuller. Ratchet released a hearty burp when he had eaten about three quarters of the burger. He had put it down give himself a break. “Ooohh, my stomach.” Slowly he began to rub his gut which was now slightly bloated and hard to the touch. Just then Ratchets favorite waiter passed by. “You dun’ wit chat?” He questioned with a raised brow. Ratchet responded with a small nod as he continued to massage his now taunt middle. “Shame it is thun, if you dun finished this un’, the secon’ un’ wuz free.” It was when he spoke that last word that Ratchet’s ears perked up, “Free?” He asked?
“Mhhum.” The waiter responded in his usual grunt.
“I don’t think I’m finished than,” the waiter looked at ratchet in disbelief, shrugged and left the table. There was no denying that Ratchet was full, quiet full but there was also no denying that Ratchet was very, very, cheap. Ratchet sat and stared at the piece of meat looking him in the face, almost daring him to finish it. The bread was saturated with grease and the burger sagged over the edges overflowing the contents of the bun. Although ratchet had finished about three quarters of the burger there was still a good amount of meal left, a little less than what would be considered a regular burger. His hands shaking Ratchet picked up the burger and took a huge bite out of what was remaining. He slowly chewed the bite enjoying the greasy goodness and after bracing himself, swallowed the behemoth amount of food that was in his mouth. Quickly before he could feel the pressure build inside him he grabbed the final piece of burger and shoved it in. Swallowing he could feel the hunk of meat travel down his throat and plop in his stomach. He peered down, looking at a new yellow bulge that had taken a home on his midsection. His stomach stuck out about two inches causing his pants to take a choking hold on his waist. He had never felt so full in his entire life. “Oohh, my stomach,” he moaned as he slowly rubbed his bloated gut. But while Ratchet was rubbing his distended gut he didn’t notice the movements of the waiter until Ratchet heard the clang on the table. Opening his eyes and looking were he heard the noise he saw another giant burger. “Mhmm, her’s ur free ‘un then.”
Ratchet sat and stared at the burger, took a deep breath and swallowed and said…
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