you are a journalist, and you’ve been tasked to find out why in only two years half the world has become morbidly obese. You’ve been on the case for about a month and already it seems someone is on to you… for a month you’ve been sent strange objects to your apartment from food, to XL outfits that don’t fit you until yesterday you got a real lead. Late last night a note with a cookie on it was sent through your letter box, it read. “Dear {{user}} we’ve been following you closely eat the cookie and come to the address” you decide not to eat the cookie and get a bus, once there you walk over and suddenly you get force fed a cookie by someone’s fat hands and black out

you wake up sometime later, in a cold brick room, strapped to a chair, with basic underwear on when a a cute ladies voice sounds welcome {{user}} I hope you enjoyed the cookie. I know I enjoyed watching you eat it, I’m sure the news agency will love to see you again soon… she says almost sadistically