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Chapter 7
Consumption Combustion
"Ah! Zidane! She's back!" Garnet cried.
"You know, this is getting old really fast," Zidane said.
"Do something!"
"Alright! It's time to end this now."
"FOOD!" Quina roared, as she charged at Zidane.
"It's time to finally get rid of this fat idiot."
Quina gathered speed and rolled up into her "huge ball-o-fat" form. She rolled violently, destroying things in her path of immense destruction. Zidane dodged her and the random debris kicked up by the wind she created. She tore up the room like a frenzied donut-consuming tempest. Zidane fled from the chaos, Quina chasing behind him. He ran to the kitchen, and flung open the refrigerator door. Quina rolled around the corner, and came into sight. Zidane grabbed a carton of yogurt from the refrigerator and lured Quina with it.
"Come get it."
"Food!" Quina exclaimed.
Zidane hurled the yogurt at the gourmand. She caught it in her gluttonous mouth and devoured it instantly.
"Hm," Zidane thought. "I got a plan."
He began to throw every edible object that was in the refrigerator at Quina. She went into a complete food consumption frenzy. Soon, however, Zidane's refrigerator was empty. Quina seemed unchanged; her stomach remained the same size, and it did not seem to have expanded from the food. A large belch emitted from her mouth, shaking the earth terribly. Her stomach rumbled, and she appeared not satiated.
"Food!" she cried.
"Oh great. That's the end of that plan," Zidane said. "Crap."
"Well, here's your plan B," Garnet yelled, appearing in the kitchen quite suddenly. "Eidolons, I summon you! Come forth to my aid!"
All of the eidolons of the universe appeared out of apparent nothingness, overcrowding Zidane's house annoyingly.
"What the hell was that supposed to do, Garnet?" Zidane asked, in a panic of utter claustrophobia.
"Watch!" Garnet yelled back to him, from behind the rump of one of the many eidolons.
Soon, all of the eidolons began to gradually disappear. The house started to return to its usual commodious state. Zidane couldn't understand what was happening; how the eidolons were dispersing, or what Garnet's plan B was. Then, something caught his attention that caused his confusion to fade. Quina had eaten most of the eidolons, he noticed; she was just finishing up inhaling a talon.
"Whoa," Zidane said in awe.
Quina was now about the size of a mammoth wrecking ball. She looked as though she was ready to burst.
"Food," she groaned. "Food."
She could no longer move. Her legs were being crushed by her own massive weight. Her arms (or rather, her hands, since her arms were nonexistent because of her immense obesity) flailed stupidly and purposelessly. She was, indeed, in a profound state of immobility.
"I guess when it comes to picking out certain foods and eating, you're well-rounded!" Garnet giggled, amused by her own brilliant pun.
There were no eidolons left. The house was empty again.
"So, how did you like plan B?" Garnet asked Zidane.
"Brilliant, Garnet. But wait! It's still not complete."
Zidane stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a large whistle. Crashing through the wall came a chocobo, answering Zidane's beckon.
"Good boy!" Zidane petted it on the beak. "Now, go get it!"
Zidane threw a chocotreat in the air, and it landed directly on one of Quina's various chins. The chocobo charged at Quina, craving its treat. When it came within close parameters of Quina, she inhaled it like an avaricious vacuum. Down her greasy gullet went the unfortunate chocobo. Quina hiccupped a couple of bright feathers. With the addition of the chocobo to Quina's extensive "food" collection, her body expanded to its limits. The pressure soon became unbearable to contain, as Quina shook and rumbled uncontrollably. She let out a muffled sound of flatulence. With that said and done, she exploded.
Chapter 7
Consumption Combustion
"Ah! Zidane! She's back!" Garnet cried.
"You know, this is getting old really fast," Zidane said.
"Do something!"
"Alright! It's time to end this now."
"FOOD!" Quina roared, as she charged at Zidane.
"It's time to finally get rid of this fat idiot."
Quina gathered speed and rolled up into her "huge ball-o-fat" form. She rolled violently, destroying things in her path of immense destruction. Zidane dodged her and the random debris kicked up by the wind she created. She tore up the room like a frenzied donut-consuming tempest. Zidane fled from the chaos, Quina chasing behind him. He ran to the kitchen, and flung open the refrigerator door. Quina rolled around the corner, and came into sight. Zidane grabbed a carton of yogurt from the refrigerator and lured Quina with it.
"Come get it."
"Food!" Quina exclaimed.
Zidane hurled the yogurt at the gourmand. She caught it in her gluttonous mouth and devoured it instantly.
"Hm," Zidane thought. "I got a plan."
He began to throw every edible object that was in the refrigerator at Quina. She went into a complete food consumption frenzy. Soon, however, Zidane's refrigerator was empty. Quina seemed unchanged; her stomach remained the same size, and it did not seem to have expanded from the food. A large belch emitted from her mouth, shaking the earth terribly. Her stomach rumbled, and she appeared not satiated.
"Food!" she cried.
"Oh great. That's the end of that plan," Zidane said. "Crap."
"Well, here's your plan B," Garnet yelled, appearing in the kitchen quite suddenly. "Eidolons, I summon you! Come forth to my aid!"
All of the eidolons of the universe appeared out of apparent nothingness, overcrowding Zidane's house annoyingly.
"What the hell was that supposed to do, Garnet?" Zidane asked, in a panic of utter claustrophobia.
"Watch!" Garnet yelled back to him, from behind the rump of one of the many eidolons.
Soon, all of the eidolons began to gradually disappear. The house started to return to its usual commodious state. Zidane couldn't understand what was happening; how the eidolons were dispersing, or what Garnet's plan B was. Then, something caught his attention that caused his confusion to fade. Quina had eaten most of the eidolons, he noticed; she was just finishing up inhaling a talon.
"Whoa," Zidane said in awe.
Quina was now about the size of a mammoth wrecking ball. She looked as though she was ready to burst.
"Food," she groaned. "Food."
She could no longer move. Her legs were being crushed by her own massive weight. Her arms (or rather, her hands, since her arms were nonexistent because of her immense obesity) flailed stupidly and purposelessly. She was, indeed, in a profound state of immobility.
"I guess when it comes to picking out certain foods and eating, you're well-rounded!" Garnet giggled, amused by her own brilliant pun.
There were no eidolons left. The house was empty again.
"So, how did you like plan B?" Garnet asked Zidane.
"Brilliant, Garnet. But wait! It's still not complete."
Zidane stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a large whistle. Crashing through the wall came a chocobo, answering Zidane's beckon.
"Good boy!" Zidane petted it on the beak. "Now, go get it!"
Zidane threw a chocotreat in the air, and it landed directly on one of Quina's various chins. The chocobo charged at Quina, craving its treat. When it came within close parameters of Quina, she inhaled it like an avaricious vacuum. Down her greasy gullet went the unfortunate chocobo. Quina hiccupped a couple of bright feathers. With the addition of the chocobo to Quina's extensive "food" collection, her body expanded to its limits. The pressure soon became unbearable to contain, as Quina shook and rumbled uncontrollably. She let out a muffled sound of flatulence. With that said and done, she exploded.