In the darkest areas of Show Town, Xquankly was in his cave, impatiently watching his clock to strike twelve.
"Soon, my midnight feasting can begin!" He salivated.
As soon as the clock read twelve o'clock, he dashed into the kitchen like a bullet. He ate an entire roast chicken, three sandwiches, an entire cart of hotdogs, two cheeseburgers, a mountain of french fries, and an entire tub of ice cream before he rubbed his full belly.
"And now I must rest, so that I can snack more tomorrow!" He cackled.
When he got into bed, his stomach began to grumble and he let out a belch. Five minutes into sleeping, he woke himself up with a single hiccup. He wondered what it was that woke him, only to hiccup again, which caused him to bounce out of bed.
"What is this?" He growled. "Begone from my body, wicked curse!"
He tried to hold the hiccups by holding his breath, only to end up springing upwards with his head banging on the ceiling. He fell back onto his bed, completely unconscious. He began to dream that he was in his cave, which was surrounded by zombie foods. There were zombie cheeseburgers, sandwiches, chicken legs, soup cans, hotdogs, ice cream tubs, and so on.
"Murderer!" They cried. "You murdered us!"
"G-get away!" Xquankly exclaimed.
He woke up on his bed with his hiccups gone.
"Phew." He said. "And now it's time for my morning feast!"
He went into the kitchen to eat. What he didn't realize is that his belly was getting more and more swole until he eventually exploded. He woke up again on his bed and looked around the room.
"Huh?! What?!" He exclaimed. "Oh, forget it!"