eaterd

My cousin ate my last slice of pizza. I ate her. She’s still in my stomach.

He took my last candy bar. I ate him. He’s now a sugar-coated nightmare.

She ate my favorite burger. I ate her. She’s now a greasy legend.

He took my last fries. I swallowed him. Now he’s a fry-covered ghost.

She stole my drink. I ate her. Now she’s a soggy snack.

He took my last donut. I ate him. Now he’s a hole in my stomach.

She took my last bag of chips. I ripped her apart. Now she’s a crumb-covered mess.

He took my last candy. I ripped him to pieces. Now he’s a sweet, broken man.

She took my last cookie. I ripped her in half. Now she’s a cookie-shaped disaster.

He took my favorite sandwich. I took a bite out of him. Now he’s a sandwich-shaped snack.

She took my last ice cream. I took a bite out of her. Now she’s a frozen snack.

He took my last pizza. I took a bite out of him. Now he’s a cheesy, chunky snack.

He took my last taco. I crunched him. Now he’s a crunchy snack.

She took my last burrito. I crunched her. Now she’s a crumbly legend.

He took my last burger. I crunched him. Now he’s a juicy, crunched-up snack.