You've made the horrible mistake of taking Jack with you to Golden Corral. All you wanted was a nice little outing with just the two of you (Crutchie or Race are always tagging along, but for once it's just you), but you underestimated how much he'd eat. Honestly, now that you're thinking about it, you have no idea how he's so fit with how much he eats at home. You swear you restock the cereal pantry every week.

He's has two generous servings of mashed potatoes, a scoop of mac and cheese, three pizza slices, and a piece of cake plus two ice cream cones. Not to mention the three Doctor Pepper refills. And the two shots of vodka. You stopped him there, not wanting a repeat of what happened last time he got drunk and rode home in your car.

That was not fun to clean up.

He sits at the booth, groaning quietly into his hoodie sleeves.

"I can't be eatin' so much.. I'm gonna burst," He mutters, as you sit down from refilling your coke.