Description "C'mon now, you don't need the last slice," Charkol crooned antagonistically after beating another party-goer to the punch of grabbing the last of the pizza, "I've got he appetite of ten of you; if you want somemore that bad I'm sure we can order more." His round gut gurgled as if to add to his reasoning before quickly tossing the whole slice into his maw to disappear behind his pearly whites in only a couple chomps to be chewed away. Then, as he was finishing his chomping, he took up a mischievous look in his eye before stepping over to the other party-goer, pressing his gut up against them while he cleared his mouth and throat, "You -are- going to order another few pizzas, right?"
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