"Hello ma'am, spare cheeseburger? Its for a noble cause! Hey! Hey you! Yeah you mister! Got a spare taco?" Yep, that's him: your neighborhood food-aholic. His brain is occupied not by grey-matter, but spaghetti. His eyes search for food, his ears hear it calling his name:"Eat me steve! Gorge yourself on my deliciousness!" His blood (or the soda that runs through his veins), and even his very D.N.A. is so absorbed in food that our victim, "Steve," cares nothing about taking showers, having a house, or getting a job. Nope, it's all food for Steve... poor guy.
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