He sat down on the end of a table, his belly pressing into the edge of the plastic tabletop as he slid his splaying rump into place. In a frenzy, he pulled out the burrito, ripped off the wrapping and stuffed a third of it into his maw. Instantly, he felt a sense of relief wash over him as the grease of sausage, the saltiness of the egg, and the crisp flavor of the pico de gallo danced across his tongue. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, wiping a tear from his watery eyes as he started to calm down. That was until he opened his eyes again, and happened to glance to his right and saw a bunny wearing headphones ten feet down the table suddenly shift their gaze away. Maz felt his cheeks grow hot. How had he let himself become this? This feeding machine? This gluttonous bulbous drake? He could barely remember what it was like not having his billowing gut that was crushing his thighs or that sense of deep-seated hunger that always seemed present. It barely felt like his fault that he felt so hungry and felt the urge to just stuff his face while others looked on out of the corners of their eyes. All they saw was a massively obese drake stuffing his face with a burrito and burger at 9:30 in the morning and all Maz wanted to do was tell them that he didn’t use to be like this. He used to be skinny like them, in control of his eating habits like them; able to fit into normal clothes like them. Instead of standing up for himself in fictitious arguments swirling around in his head, he gulped down the rest of the burrito and took out the burger. He sunk his maw into the juicy, greasy bun and tried to push all of those feelings into the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and simply let the flavor of the cheese and sauce wash over him. He let his worries fall away and his stresses fade. He was, for a brief moment, at peace. Maz didn’t know how long he was sitting there or how long ago he had finished his burger, but he suddenly snapped back to reality when he heard his phone buzzing.