3- F is for Full

Seymour could feel it. Deep in the pit of his stomach. He was beginning to become full.

He looked over to his left. Twenty nine mangos left. His stomach lurched- that plate of asparagus had really filled him up… and he needed to pee…

He looked over to Lombardi. The young Guado smirked back at him, making a big show of eating the last piece of his eighty-ninth mango. Damn him, he was winning. That little man always won everything… he was just so goddamn sweet. Everyone always loved him. He could never do anything wrong. Damn him.

Seymour groaned as he grabbed the next mango. Lazily he tore through the skin, his sharp carnivores sticking in the stone. How could it be? Was he really getting sick of mangos? Beautuful, soft luscious mangos…

No. He could do this. He looked at Lommi venomously and chomped at it, finishing the fruit quickly. Pah! He was not done yet…

Lommi looked at his remaining pile. Only eleven left. Perfect. He was THE MAN!

He shot a self-satisfied look at Seymour. Hah! That will teach him to be so cocky! He cut another large chunk with his dagger- ten left now. He ruled!

Suddenly, he felt a short sharp pain around his stomach… no… it couldn't be…

COULDN'T BE WHAT?! STAY TUNED, MANGO OBSESSORS!