Yuck

            Ymmij’s mouth chewed on the white sauced alfredo pasta. His lips smacked and his tongue licked at the white sauce as it slipped from his mouth as he chewed. The flavor was plain and he had added enough parmesan and red pepper flakes to make Candy Mountain look like a small ant hill.

            His friends stared as he devoured his fourth plate. Adnaram felt the salty bread sticks about to come back up her stomach. Acceber looked away and tossed her breadstick down to the plate. Her stomach queasy enough from not eating from the previous days did not help the disgusting view she beheld with the others. Tnarg looked in awe and laughed, like boys do when viewing things that most would find repulsive. Eissac blushed and laughed, she was used to Ymmij’s eating habits and found this amusing.

            As the four watched their friend devour his pasta, they wondered if he would ever stop eating. The restaurant’s policy was all you can eat, and yet they seemed to be annoyed whenever Tnarg would ask for more. Coming up, they would toss the new platter of pasta down in front of them, a fake smile plastered to their exterior.

            “I think I’m gonna be sick, but I want more,” Ymmij burped out, white sauce dripping from his beard.

            “I think I’m gonna be sick,” Adnaram sighed out, taking a sip of her water, averting her eyes in case the boy puked white goo in front of them.
            “How about you stop eating then,” Tnarg suggested, giggling in hopes his friend would puked so that he would be able to record it and post it online.

            Burping, Ymmij pounded his chest and lifted himself from the table. Wobbling to his feet, he made it a few steps before bending over and making a sound that made the other four back away. Tnarg whipped out his phone, after the initial shock of what was about to occur, and tried to make it to the from of his friend, hoping to catch projectile vomit on film. Sadly, in his attempt to humiliate his friend publicly, he ended up tripping over a chair and landed right where his friend’s white and yellow bile landed.

The moral of this story? Don’t eat something that you think tastes bad just because you’re hungry. It will come back to haunt your ass.