Oh, doth food admire me as much as I, a mere girl unworthy of its stupendousness, admire it?
Food causes me to salivate uncontrollably. The drool finds its way out of my mouth and slips down my chin- a smooth, warm river. Eventually it makes a puddle on the floor and at this point, the saliva seeping through my socks, I notice. Slowly and carefully, not taking my eyes off the food, I lower myself flat on the thick wetness. About the size of a tire, the puddle seeps through my shirt. I don't care. The food is closer now- closer, closer…
YES!
Cheese!