Eggman's momma had gotten to the fridge, and it had opened long before she got to it, due to the shock waves shaking the doors open. She picked up the entire fridge and opened her huge mouth. Everything slid out into her mouth, including packaging. Everything was gone within minutes. After gorging everything down, she put her fat arm inside the now empty refrigerator, screwed the light bulb out, and swallowed it.
Eggman's mom belched a huge fatty belch of fat. She rubbed her mouth clean with her hairy arm.
"I helped my Eggie-kins out by disposing of all the dangerously high cholesterol foods in his refrigerator! He'll thank me later."
Eggman's mom then walked upstairs to the door to Eggman's room.
"Eggie-kins, you can come out. We can talk this out and maybe go to a buffet or two..."
Eggman's momma opened the door and found him gone.
"EGGIE-KUMS! When I find you, you'll be GROUNDED FOREVER!!!!!!"
Eggman had retreated to a place of security that he would always go to in his childhood: the Station Square Buffet. Whenever he was sad as a child, a visit to that buffet would always make him feel better.
Eggman looked around and realized that he hadn't visit the buffet in over ten years. Then he had a nostalgic feeling when he remembered the time he cleared out the entire buffet five times in a single day, the entire kitchen three times, and ate all the light bulbs in the refrigerators.
"That's my boy!" Eggman's mom would always say in those times "Those light bulbs are crunchy and an important source of magnesium that a growing boy like you needs!"
Eggman also remembered the silly things his mom tried to teach him as a child, such as an altered food pyramid (with the four main groups including grease, lard, sugar, and high fructose corn syrup). Of course, he knew better now. Those silly ideas left his head only weeks ago.
Eggman sat down with twelve plates of deep-fried lard coated in sugar with a high fructose corn syrup filling. After eating all of those in under five minutes, he washed everything down with a whole pail of bacon grease: his favorite kind of grease.
After sitting back and trying to remember the good times, Eggman leaned back on his chair. The legs snapped under his pressure and he came down to the floor.
Unfortunately, Eggman had trouble getting up; he was used to robots doing all the small things for him. After trying to get up, he heard a violent rumble. He looked at his second bucket of bacon grease and saw it jump up with each rumble. The rumbles were getting louder and louder. They were coming closer and closer. All the buffet employees and other visitors evacuated the area screaming "EARTHQUAKE!"
But Eggman knew very well who made that familiar rumble. After all, the frequency made the windows shatter.
"EGGIE-KUMS!!!!!"
Eggman struggled to get up. It was hard. Within a minute, his mom would get him and probably make not only shave her legs, but also wax her back. He reached up for the table and made it fall. He started running to the back of the restaurant looking for an exit, or at least somewhere to hide until she leaves.